Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Performer
Juvenile
Performer
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Wayne
Composer
Carl Paul
Composer
Bryan Christopher Williams
Composer
Terius Gray
Composer
Daniel Lebrun
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carl Paul
Producer
DRok
Producer
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's official, the whistle blowin', the liquor pourin'
We had our issues and differences, we were sick of warrin'
City ****, you think I've been on a chicken farm
Plenty bitches, but really never committed to 'em
Anything my little pretty things want, I get it for 'em
These **** thrifty, these bitches ain't got no feelings for 'em
You hear the crickets and birds chirpin', that's paradise
Penthouse, so we don't reserve, we dine in candlelight
Don't like that lyin' shit, I'm the one you confide with (Me)
Victoria's Secret, a secret garden, quit hidin' shit
I provide shit, have you in all that fly shit
So much this shit, you done ran out room in your closet
You want that Nicki, that Mary J, that Mariah shit
The Halle Berry, that Angelina, Solange shit
This our shit, ain't no side **** or side chicks
They on that "my" shit, we on that "you and I" shit
[Verse 2]
Now ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that, ride that
[Verse 3]
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick
[Verse 4]
Stuntin' on all them with the power, got the chopper in hand
Filthy bitches 'bout the money, Alexander the fam
Big paper, one size, kept me one in the hand
Real **** know the rule, we'll kill for them bands
Heads on on Claiborne, hit 'em and we move on
That's the way we did it, ****, spray it, then we get gone
Lil mama know we did it, but she lay it and she stay strong
A hundred Ps, so we flip it and we move on
Back in the 3 and we did it and laced on
Lil **** may give his life for paid on
Bales with the Caddys, ****, getting my way home
Back 'bout the money, so we had to spray on
[Verse 5]
Now ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that, ride that
[Verse 6]
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick
[Verse 7]
Yeah, ride this dick, don't fall, baby
Yeah, sippin' lean like Paul Wall, baby
Yeah, and the pussy better be bald-headed
Fat like Star Jones, baby
Got a **** stargazin'
Aw, baby
Ride this dick, don't fall, baby
After that, prrrp hella quick, don't call a **** back back
Ride this dick, don't fall, baby
Yeah, ride that shit, you done gone brazy
Damn, I put mula-mula-mula over mami chula
'Cause all these thots peculiar
She give me good medulla
Pussy smell just like petunias
She got that Hallelujah, rocks me like the choppa toola
[Verse 8]
Bitch, you gon' ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
(Oh baby) Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that, ride that
[Verse 9]
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick, hoe
Ride the, ride the, ride, ride that dick
[Verse 10]
And the pussy better be bald-headed
Written by: Bryan Williams, Terius Gray, Daniel Lebrun, Carl Paul, Dwayne Michael Carter Jr.