Yung Bans - Ridin (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yung Bans - Ridin (en) Lyrics
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Ridin' with the .40
Ridin' with the .40 with
a beam
Dollar signs all I see
If it ain't 'bout the money, I
ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money
Hmm, I'm on the beach
with my feet up
Everybody say I'm switchin',
I don't speak up, no
I just turn my speakers up
I'm movin' on just like
my lease was up
And I'm still poppin' these percs,
lil' bitch, I'm geekin' up
I might fuck that lil' hoe
if she freakin' though
Then I have a new bitch
'fore the week was up
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't
worried 'bout it, yeah (yeah)
If it ain't 'bout the money
(yeah)
Now I come for that money,
I got that green, yeah
I'm coming for that cheese,
yeah, that cheese, yeah
I run out with ya honey,
she out of me, yeah
She wanna stay the week,
I make her leave now
Get high, yeah, on the west side, yeah
On my life, yeah, think
that I'ma die here
I put some money off to the side, yeah
Take a ride wi-ith me, yeah
If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't
worried 'bout it, yeah (ayy)
If it ain't 'bout the money (ayy)
One day they caught me loafin'
after droppin' off my bitch
(droppin' off my bitch)
They sent a couple shots but
I'm just glad that nigga missed
(on the gang, nigga)
Ducked down and started clapping,
tried to flip that hoe, whip
(grrah, pow, pow, pow)
But I would rather take a life
before my my mama see me stiff
(ayy, that's for my mama)
So I'm clutchin' on the .44
when I'm trippin' (ayy,
grrah, pow, pow, pow)
Trey paralyzed but I'm just glad
that nigga livin' (ayy, I'm just
glad that nigga livin')
Please don't come to me when that
nigga Grandy end up missin' (when
that nigga end up missin')
I was coolin' out in Cali, workin',
bitch, I was gettin'
it (I was gettin' it)
Ridin' with the .40, ridin'
with the .40 with a beam
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