Ridin’

[Intro]
Get that paper, get that
And i'm ridin' i'm lowin'
(2x)

[Verse 1]
Maybe i should close these pages
Bigger than all these lames and
Got no money on me
So i'm ridin' til i'm empty
Tell ya women we home
Are they ridin' for me
I can write another bar until i'm hotter on beat
And knock around
Nigga play that sound
Man it's about to go down
When ya words get foul
We can take this town
Do an all night show
Nigga throw them fliers
When the crowd get wild
In a vacant lot
And the fresh stay loud
And the fresh stay loud
And the fresh stay loud
Niggas in they kitchens, whippin
What they fixing
In the hall stay slipping
Caught em gripping
On the rails, they trippin
Nigga what they sippin'
It's a whole new difference
And a whole new tale
And a whole new mix
Man i hope they sell
Get my CD's on and i throw them bills, bills, bills

[Hook]
Get that paper, get that
And i'm ridin' i'm lowin' (4x)