Ridin with the windows down rollin through the city got the weed goin round with the most dope with me simply gettin high like its 1969 imma be grindin
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab Now I gotta work my wood grain wheel Poppin? trunks, poppin? grills, still poppin? seals High up in the hill with my mind on mill
air, is something right I don't wanna be inside today, just keep it rollin like we ridin' skates I got a happy of haze. I'm thinkin we gon' get high
(Verse 1) Ridin with the windows down Rollin thru the city Got the weed goin around & the MOST dope with me, hey Simply gettin high like its 1969 Imma
me strap, and dusta be duckin 'cause I'm blastin, we're fast when I seen (seen) fake ass OG's (OG'S). I'm ridin me (ridin me), Mo Thug is where I be,
Verse 1: (B.G.) Money makin' is my thing A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title Al
bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac
Die Aint A God Damn Than Gon Change [Chorus:] Im Ridin' Slow Gettin' My Dough And I High Than A Motherfucker Breakin' These Hoes In My Brand New Cloths And Im Higher
Verse 1: (B.G.) Money makin' is my thing A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title
Aint A God Damn Than Gon Change [Chorus:] Im Ridin' Slow Gettin' My Dough And I High Than A Motherfucker Breakin' These Hoes In My Brand New Cloths And Im Higher
out Put up in yo chest n' still holla all in my mouth tryin to get popped out But I burn rubber on hood rats we ridin high speed Cuz I like to drop E
'm pimpin like a mac wit bout 25 hoes 25 fly carat diamonds in my ring 25 twelves in the trunk got to bang Make moves to make a quick 25 mill Come up
bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-
[Verse One] [Peter Gunz] Can I fuckin' play? I got a quarter mill' in the bank No one to thank but me Break me - "Gunz" Bronx ball playa Take the gatas
I can get ya sales up Come and fuck with' ya man I'll get you in loops, get you a extra couple of grand I let it splash from the mac milli Who got the
is what we've done, hell: eliminated haters, every one Keepin' it real, makin' a mill How do you feel? (I just want a mill, mill) [Flesh-N-Bone] Steady
: Verse 1: (B.G.) Money makin' is my thing A mill is what I'm tryin' to reach Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck I preach Baby Gangsta is my title
