[Chorus: Paper Lovee]
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me

[Verse 1: OMB Peezy]
Look, ayy
Robbin', stealin', killin'
I remember I ain't have a penny
Lurkin' nightly, clutchin' on a semi
When y'all was buyin' clothes from the mall
I was goin' shoppin' in the trenches
Robbin' n***as all out they shit
That mini K a small body bitch
Yeah I know, I cannot fuck with a lame
That'll put my life in jeopardy
Peezy was stuck in rain, engulfed in the pain
None of you n***as was helpin' me
I cannot cope with the pain, I'm scratchin' my brain
Me and the devil be wrestling
You n***as couldn't compare to me
Stuck with two felonies so on the block where I'd rather be
Two of my brothers got strikes, I remember sending kites
I remember pacing and forth in the cell hopin' they don't play with my life
They just gave my cousin Tim ninety-nine years, now he can't do nothin' but fight
Fightin' for appeal, I was in that pill, I couldn't do nothin' but write
[Chorus: Paper Lovee]
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me

[Verse 2: OMB Peezy]
Oh yeah I know
I cannot fuck with them n***as, I barely put trust in them n***as
And yeah I know
I never dove from a n***a, I might just pull up with some killers
Let's go see what's up with them n***as
I usually pour up a four but I poured up an eight 'cause I'm fuckin' with figure
I put my heart in the dumpster
I'm sorry lil mama, I can't even love you a little
This for them people who said I couldn't do it
When I needed help, they wouldn't fuck with a n***a
Told you I got you, I got you, don't trip off of nothin'
'Fore I go I'm touchin' a mil
Told you I got you, I got you, don't trip off of nothin'
'Fore I go I'm touchin' a mil
Look at my vision, I see n***as kickin' shit
Chillin' and countin' them digits
Who with it, them n***as ain't with it, them n***as friendly
Tryna see how we winnin'
Hold fast, this is just the beginning
Even though these n***as out tryna end it
N***as pussy, pussy n***as never held a semi
Tryna kill one of their enemies
N***as hoes, ho n***as put a tool in his hand
Watch how he get to fidgetin', ayy
[Chorus: Paper Lovee]
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me