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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
Action Bronson
Action Bronson
Vocals
Elle Varner
Elle Varner
Vocals
Cas Weinbren
Cas Weinbren
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ariyan Arslani
Ariyan Arslani
Songwriter
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Songwriter
Gabrielle Varner
Gabrielle Varner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Nastee
Nastee
Mixing Engineer
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, run up on ya bitch like
Prolly run up on ya bitch like
[Verse 2]
Lord, can I get a bad bitch?
High class whip, be above the average
Headed Northwest, that two seater Kardashian
Type to give me brain up in the red light traffic
And keep yo' head up, that Tupac blasting
Face two sacks and then we back into this action
No time to relax, I need someone to count this cash with
That match with, give me what I'm askin'
The lady in the streets, a pure beast on that mattress
That's it, you're the only one I'm tryin' to mack with
But you could be a liability or fat asset
How real is that ass, miss? Bend that shit backwards
Hit one backwood, crack the pussy like a password
Bet that pussy's last word is "Master"
Ask her, rode my rocket till I made that astronaut
That's NASA's thought, be that young fly, nasty one
Swallow the seeds, please, but you can't catch me slippin', hon
[Verse 3]
So let's just ride away
We could die today
Got no time to waste
So just roll with me, baby
Ride or die
Always by your side
Until the end of time
Driving me crazy
[Verse 4]
First things first, I, Joey
Freaks all the honeys, mommies, the Playboy bunnies
The hoes love me, get down before the money
Just know shit could get ugly, but whether it rain or sunny
Just never worry, chinchillas in February
Vanilla, that's when you ready
Check the itinerary whenever it's necessary
Keep my baby straight, peep my lady lace
The Margiela to Doneva
Flawless, it's planned and everything is in control
So hit the gas and let's go
It's no sleep till Brooklyn, another Beastie Boy
And she just can't stop looking, she like it raw
Real spitter and all, and that's the word of mouth
And let her sit in the jaw
I'm so nasty, please just walk past me
So tempted to grab it, I gotta have it
We could be living lavish, so tell me, right away
We could hit the bank, then escape to the hideaway
Is you riding? Riding with me?
Is you riding?
Is you riding? Riding with me?
Is you riding?
[Verse 5]
So let's just ride away
We could die today
Got no time to waste
So just roll with me, baby
Ride or die
Always by your side
Until the end of time
Driving me crazy
[Verse 6]
Gettin' head in the whip and not crashin' it
FILA Velour shorts set, half Arabic
I sit in dark room with candle lit
Tell little mama handle it
Or you could leave the sandals on and pull your skirt up
I really remember readin' "Word Up"
Tiger Beat, see me on the cover soon
Fold out posters, hangin' on yo shawty's wall
I still be fuckin' women half my age when I'm forty-four
Young skin, a winning personality
Hard dick, million dollar salary
These cheatin' refs calling fouls on me
Break the fucking whistle off in his ass, now hit the road, Jack
Hop off the bozack, the .44 clap
You'll need LoJack to find yo' ho back
Euros'll get down, you know that
Swimming trunks and throwback
Yeah, you know that, ah
[Verse 7]
So let's just ride away
We could die today
Got no time to waste
So just roll with me, baby
Ride or die
Always by your side
Until the end of time
Driving me crazy
Written by: Ariyan Arslani, Chaine Downer Jr., Gabrielle Varner, Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Patrick Baril

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