Lyrics: Jordan T. Carter/Caleb Z. Toliver/Dylan Cleary-Krell/Wesley T. Glass/Edin Jakupovic/Samuel C. Lindley/Ye/Tyrone W. Griffin Jr.
Music: Ye/Tyrone Griffin, Jr./Jordan Carter/Caleb Toliver/Bill Kapri/Wesley Glass/Samuel Lindley/Dylan Cleary-Krell
Producer: Wheezy/Dez Wright/EJ PARIS/Chrishan/The Legendary Traxster
This ain't cheddar, this quiche
Got a b***h to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike (Woah-woah)
Do this all to circulate
**** her, just feels like you're like
Throw it just so I can ride
Take her just so I can ride (Woah-woah)
Calling just so I can ride
Ride it just how I like my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a run (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip (Schyeah)
Take her out her house
I'm spittin' out venom
The baby not real, it's not in 'em
Send 'em a letter, I kill 'em
Close that boy door, we dismiss him
I done got too high, just a little
And I'm out my mind, just a little
Red Lambo', red Skittle
Double O-5, we criminal
I ain't bought a yacht, bought a missile
Tape on the gun, can't miss 'em
Tape on it
Shake on it, shake on it
Uh, shawty keep ****in' my bones
Movin' too fast, 'bout to break somethin'
Shawty keep hidin' my phone
You keep doin' that, I'ma break somethin'
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, break somethin'
Got a b***h to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike
Do this all to circulate (Do that)
**** her, just feels like you're like (Do that)
Throw it just so I can ride (Hold up)
Take her just so I can ride (Hold up)
Calling just so I can ride (Hold up)
Ride it just how I like my bike (Hold up, uh-uh)
Take her on a field trip (Uh-uh)
Take her on a run (Uh-uh, schyeah)
Take her on a trip (Uh-uh)
Take her out her house (Huh)
Whippin' that b***h like a rental
Two hundred cash, my b***h say I'm mental
Medical plans, I'm all in her dental
We like a dog, I'm fresh out the kennel
Niggas say, "Gas," they rollin' up fennel
Ain't on my level, lil' b***h, don't reach
Always hollerin' 'bout you rich, we riche
This ain't no regular cheddar, this quiche
You ain't outside, I wish it was different (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
You ain't outside, I wish it was different (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
I'm draggin' my n**s, got my d**k out the dirt
Put it right in her butt, got her twerkin' in Turks
If that my lil' b***h, she gon' listen to Durk
In the trenches with her feelin' uncomfortable
I was crushin' on you, now I'm ****in' on you
Steady bussin' on you, now you love me
Haters gon' say you can just want my lil' paper
But who wouldn't want a nigga with some money?
D**k in her stomach, I'm makin' her vomit
That foreign imported from Saudi Arabia
Like how you riding the d**k like a gangster
For Yeezy, you can turn my dealer to an angel
My name just should've been Ty
'Cause dollar signs get my d**k wet
Got a b***h high and she out of her mind
Bae on a trip, I done took her to Six Flags
Got a b***h to ride or die
Ride it just like it's on my bike (Woah-woah)
Do this all to circulate
**** her, just feels like you're like
Throw it just so I can ride
Take her just so I can ride (Woah-woah)
Calling just so I can ride
Ride it just how I like my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a run (Yeah)
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house