Rich Homie Quan
Would You Ride
[Intro: Shad Da God]
You know what I'm sayin, I need it fast, pronto
Asap
You know I'm talkin bout money, n***a
Shad Da God
Rich Homie Quan

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan and Shad Da God]
Would you ride for a n***a for the momant
Right quick
Got 20s and more 20s, spent that 40 on my wrist
Pull up on a n***a ass, and I'm out right quick
Lost 50 in a week, get it back right quick
Got 20 plus 20, that a 40 on my hip
A n***a on a mission, I could never slip
Out here in Atlanta, got some shooters with me, I could never slip
Whip swerv on a n***a right quick

[Verse 1: Shad Da God]
Pull up on you pussys in that SUV
You ain't got a lot, so I can't respect you, G
Got some shit that'll flip a n***a, Zone 6
My brother Tip got an extended clip, that 33
I'm poppin Perks back to back, that shit don't fuck with me
I do some shit, got 12 right outside the V
Scared as fuck, got that n***a callin me
Straight drop, got my partner ridin next to me
Shauty, I can get anything you want
Yello AP, you ain't lookin at no avrage n***a
I pull up on you with the 80 with the bigger trigger
Now a motherfucker can't tell me what they feelin, n***a
Gucci luggige got me feelin like the Thriller, n***a
3 quarters of a Xan, I feel like a killer, n***a
I got some shooters, but I still keep my Ruger, n***a
That come with extra clips for shootin extra n***as
You ain't getting money, I ain't dealin with ya
Black Audomor, look like a villain, n***a
I got a whip full of straps for the real n***as
And my bitch got the strap by the weal, n***a
Tryna see a n***a, tryna creep up on a n***a
God!
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan and Shad Da God]
Would you ride for a n***a for the momant
Right quick
Got 20s and more 20s, spent that 40 on my wrist
Pull up on a n***a ass, and I'm out right quick
Lost 50 in a week, get it back right quick
Got 20 plus 20, that a 40 on my hip
A n***a on a mission, I could never slip
Out here in Atlanta, got some shooters with me, I could never slip
Whip swerv on a n***a right quick

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Pull up on a bitch n***a ass like this
Pull up, comin down in some nice kicks
Quan man of the year, clean like this
Ever since she ran out, don't wanna face that bitch
Lose the money, get it back right quick
Tryed to keep it real, why she act like this?
I don't need no bate, I just catch that fish
Hundred thousand dollar, yeah, I made right quick
If that hoe fine, Imma take that bitch
Every night I dine, I stake my dish
Ice on my wrist, no cake on that bitch
When reality hit, you better face that shit
Cause I paint her face, just like makeup, yep
And I relieve your pain, just like a daytime trip
I'm not gonna board, if that ship goin sink
I'm not goin home, I'm goin face my fears
I make a little more, I can pay my bills
I eat all my pork, I don't waist no meal
Ducked down, I don't take no deal
Ballen like the NBA, great O'Neal
Never left, came back real quick
Spend a couple thousand on these hoes real quick
Hundred thousand dollars, nother show like this
I just need to know right quick
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan and Shad Da God]
Would you ride for a n***a for the momant
Right quick
Got 20s and more 20s, spent that 40 on my wrist
Pull up on a n***a ass, and I'm out right quick
Lost 50 in a week, get it back right quick
Got 20 plus 20, that a 40 on my hip
A n***a on a mission, I could never slip
Out here in Atlanta, got some shooters with me, I could never slip
Whip swerv on a n***a right quick