Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ooh, I'm tryna come through, shorty
I know you want me to, shorty
I'm tryna pull up on you and give you what you needin'
I'm tryna ride wit you, ride wit you, yeah
I'm tryna ride wit you, ride wit you, yeah
[Verse 2]
I can tell that you love the way that I rock
I'm on my way to the loft, you tryna take somethin' off?
I'm tryna take somethin' down, I been facin' this loud
I got a trap outta town, we still trap outta town
Need fifteen to show without 'em pattin' me down
In this purty European, all black, and she proud
The whip smellin' like I'm traffickin' pounds
And if you ever doubted, laugh at me now, we on top, baby
Got one account with over five hundred thou
Holla at me if you're tryna be down, you know I keep it cloudy
Put some 'spect on it when you speak about me
If she ain't 'bout a check, can't be around me
If she ain't 'bout a check, can't be around me
If she ain't 'bout a check, can't be around me
Save the small talk, baby, be about it
You mean the world to me, now think about it
[Verse 3]
Ooh, I'm tryna come through, shorty
I know you want me to, shorty
I'm tryna pull up on you and give you what you needin'
I'm tryna ride wit you, ride wit you, yeah
I'm tryna ride wit you, ride wit you, yeah
[Verse 4]
When I don't be around you, sometimes I think about you
I can't lie, yeah, it's true
You heard I'm really with the shit, huh?
Before the fame and got rich, oh, yeah
So when we talk, I need steps
You with the puller, then come function
I'm tryna learn all your functions
Tryna let you know somethin', yeah
It's real when you in the field with it
That's what come with it, so we deal with it
Brand new Porsche on the hill, chillin'
I done made a hundred on the real, so I
Can't talk if it ain't about a check
If it ain't about a check
You be callin' when I'm stuntin' just to check on me
Like, damn, I wish that you was next to me
[Verse 5]
Ooh, I'm tryna come through, shorty
I know you want me to, shorty
I'm tryna pull up on you and give you what you needin'
I'm tryna ride wit you, ride wit you, yeah
I'm tryna ride wit you, ride wit you, yeah
[Verse 6]
First off, have you ever fucked a rich ****?
Bitch, that **** broke if he ain't playin' with six figures
Hella talkin' to the bitch so he can get with her
Plus he insecure, keep askin' if his dick bigger
Four dolla Giuseppe store on Babe Hill
Just know this love unconditional fo babe, real
A hunnid thousand, all blue, big faced bills
Mozzy said the love he got for the Bay real
My ex bitch fagged off, couldn't stay still
I was up against it, askin' for a state deal
Now it's reservations for two, eatin' steak meals
Between the house, cars, and ice, like eight mil
See, baby girl, I don't know how the fake feel
Ask 'em 'bout Dr. Miami, two stacks on a bill
Her **** name tatted on her, so you know it's real
She prayin' that I make it home when I'm in the field, it's Philth
[Verse 7]
Ooh, I'm tryna come through, shorty
I know you want me to, shorty
I'm tryna pull up on you and give you what you needin'
I'm tryna ride wit you, ride wit you, yeah
I'm tryna ride wit you, ride wit you, yeah
Written by: Phillip Anthony Beasley
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