Birdman & Lil Wayne — Im Ridin

[Hook] And I'm ridin' wit a body on the shotty Stretch a nigga out like Pilates Catch a nigga outside his hidey Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb, now the bees keep flyin' by me I'm on that piff, that potty That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from the 90's Shiny P-90 in the lining I'm dining, don't time me mu'fucka [Verse 1] I'm a, young ass piranha Don't get caught in that water cause I'm waitin' for a drowner And on the corner I got packs on the counter Before ya bitch leave I make Young Marl count 'em Tryin' to get a dollar i could turn into a thousand I'm so determined its a economic problem, drama That's why I carry the llama Ready at any given day to bury my honor Love weed so much i tried to marry Juana So pass the pastrami and asparagus mama, I'm lunchin' Cause in my area If you got bread you better break it or we sharin' ya I got his ankles, and his stereo Cause i could get a cool buck fifty for that and the barrio, that's Hollygrove It's Hollygrove til I adios I gotta go, gotta go, got more bags to dope, yeah [Hook] [Verse 2] Hot Boy Wayne Since the beginning I've been in and out of some shit Thinnin' out the thick Living out the script, for the role that was chosen But I don't want an award, I'm tryin' to afford Back to the road in a Honda Accord The whole right side slam down with that raw A city supply the city get high, like If I was Clear I woulda touched Claudette I'm so fresh, like sex in the sheets But I'm from the dirty dirty, like sex on the beach The checks on my Nikes they match my carneesh The button up shirt match my button seats The AK-47 match my fuckin' heat Watch your fuckin' feet cause I'm hot in the streets A quarter thing is how i got in the streets I had money ever since that week, young Weezy! [Hook] [Verse 3] 17 gangsta, Hollygrove soldier Got a lil money, got a lot more colder My top don't roll up, it fold up My money don't fold up, it build up You niggas ain't fly, get your gear up Copped my bitch the Marc Jacob boots, and the ear muffs Got her lookin' like Kamora or somethin Brought Kamora to the South now Kamora stuntin' Yeah we big business pimpin', chyea Walkin' wit a limp, talkin' with a slur Barkin' at ya' bitch, bet her pussycat purr She all on mine, she ain't lookin' at yours And if a man trip he get the blit bla blat blurr Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first, chyea........chyea Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first! Chyea! [Hook] And I'm ridin' wit a body on the shotty Stretch a nigga out like Pilates Catch a nigga outside his hidey Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb, now the bees keep flyin' by me I'm on that piff, that potty That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from the 90's Shiny P-90 in the lining I'm dining, don't time me mu'fucka