[Intro: Rick Ross]
R.I.P. to all the real n***as worldwide!
Salute! Real shit

[Chorus: Rick Ross & French Montana]
I ride for my n***as, dawg
I ride for my n***as
I slide for my n***as, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my n***as
Stay schemin', n***as tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n***as
Stay schemin', n***as tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n***as

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Damn, life's so short
Fuck it, I don't wanna go to court (Huh!)
Fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer, though
Fuck it, I'm on the run for the month (Woo!)
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil' n***as thuggin', even got me paranoid (Huh!)
I'm gettin' money, that's in any n***a category
Double M, I got Gs out in California (Huh!)
Maybach Music

[Chorus: Rick Ross, French Montana & Drake]
I ride for my n***as, dawg
I ride for my n***as
I slide for my n***as, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my n***as
Stay schemin' (Yeah), n***as tryna get at me, dawg
(Young Frankie Geechi Liberace, yeah)
I ride for my n***as
[Verse 2: Drake & Rick Ross]
It bothers me when the gods get to actin' like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with n***as like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with n***as like y'all
I just ask that when you see me you speak up, n***a, that's all
Don't be duckin' like you never wanted nothin'
It's feelin' like rap changed, it was a time it was rugged
Back when if a n***a reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays n***as reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge
Me and my G from D.C., that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that? You never know
Million-dollar meetings in a Polo Lounge
Me and my man Oliver North, that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap n***a
I tell that bitch it's more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty Ms
Kobe my n***a, I hate it had to be him
Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym
(Huh! Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym)
Tell Lucian I said "fuck it," I'm tearin' holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix, and take her ass out in public
Ordered her the filet, told 'em, "Butterfly it, she'll love it."
She used to soda and nuggets, she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin' my pinnacle, you and pussy identical
You like the fuckin' finish line; we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that
Young rich motherfucker gettin' mine off rap, with my n***as (Huh!)
[Chorus: Rick Ross & French Montana]
I ride for my n***as, dawg
I ride for my n***as (Maybach Music)
I slide for my n***as, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my n***as
Stay schemin', n***as tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n***as

[Verse 3: French Montana]
From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dawg (Huh)
Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog (Huh)
Dwight Howard on the post, dawg (Huh)
My n***as got the powder through the post, dawg (Huh)
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head (Huh)
N***as lost mills tryna beat the feds (Huh)
Ten grams off my last 250 now (Huh)
Big-ass crib, 250 down, damn!
Gave my n***a Max 7-5 (Huh)
Then gave my n***a Penthouse another 30 (Huh)
Fuck it, got me thinkin' like I'm 7-5 (Huh)
Damn, n***a ain't even seen 30

[Chorus: Rick Ross & French Montana]
Huh, I ride for my n***as, dawg
I ride for my n***as (Maybach Music)
I slide for my n***as, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my n***as
Stay schemin', n***as tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n***as
[Outro]
Maybach Music