Ridin' Around - Mustard, Nipsey Hussle, RJ

Ridin 'round, out of bounds

40 cal, 30 rounds

You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling

My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing

Started to lose friends when they notice you winning

They see that we winning

Started to lose friends when they notice you winning

They see that we winning

Look, came to get money, pat on my back cause I did it

I pull up in foreign blowing smoke through the ceiling

You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling

My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing

My cars go fast, my pockets is fat

I take your bitch and we go shopping at Sachs

I’m a popular mack, never stop for them rats

Flipped a lot of them racks while I fuck with this rap

Nigga hustling back so they stuck in the set

Playing Russian Roulette, me I’m puffing the best

I’m a fucking exec, money, power, respect

All my weapons is fresh, on the West I’m a rep

I’m the fucking connect, I could cut you a check

I could put you in the game and let you hustle the rest

I got a lust for success, you know it come with the stress

So we party every night, what the fuck you expect?

Ridin 'round, out of bounds

40 cal, 30 rounds

You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling

My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing

Started to lose friends when they notice you winning

They see that we winning

Started to lose friends when they notice you winning

They see that we winning

Never gon' love no broke ass bitch

Never one broke bitch gon change me

Mr. Right Back, back and she pays me

Whip the ghost like I’m bringing back slavery

Mr. L.A. I just caught a lick

Dug it out the mud like a forklift

I’m with some balling ass Bloods, some cold Crips

Don’t get dragged out the club like a coat, bitch

I turn L.A. into Antarctica

The nigga switched on me it’s like an audible

Dodging a fiend it ain’t affordable

My pull up game came with a urinal

Extendo for certain

Forties with the thirties like it’s Harlems on Vernon

Man 'cause niggas up in L.A. barbies

Rappers want me get some help and sell their merch

Ridin 'round, out of bounds

40 cal, 30 rounds

You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling

My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing

Started to lose friends when they notice you winning

They see that we winning

Started to lose friends when they notice you winning

They see that we winning

So I give this girl a compliment the other day, you know, one of the those «you're beautiful».

And she gon say «Thank you» and walk away.

I say, «Bitch,

hold on a second, lemme talk to you.

I don’t know who be complimenting you,

but a thank you ain’t enough for me?

Cause I don’t be just giving out

compliments on the street to strangers like that.

So I’ma need you, err-re-err,

rewind that and add, uh, «I appreciate that» proceeding by a compliment

directed towards me.

Bitch, cause I look good too, motherfucker I deserve a

compliment all too.

Fuck you talking 'bout with a just «Thank you»?

How you just gonna give me a thank you?

Like, uh, like, like, like, like, like,

like, this is just like, like, like, like, like a, like a, like a, like,

like a, like a, like, like, what the, what?

A thank you and that’s it?

C’mon girl, you got me fucked up.

You got me all the way fucked up