Club (feat. Lil Berete) - VT

You say you my ride or die But I don't even know who to go and love no more We wasted a lot of time on the road Im just trying to live life Hoping time don't go by slow And we gone hit the mall hit the store I said money aint a thing Im finna spend these dolla's all on you So keep those problems far I got youngins posted on the boulevard They say that money talk And I speak that They know my money kinda tall Tried to reach that I got some niggas in the stall that don't reach back My hood a different type of war Its on my six pack And we were trapping out them doors But they kicked that And we were trapping outta stores Never paid the rent My bro sneezey, anyplace, anywhere gonna leave you dead Life aint easy can't follow the path my Daddy went Get it how you live it I got niggas incarcerated Momma I finally made it Told my girl lets go vacation No more cops and remenicing I can finally call my sis Hope all my niggas they get rich These problems still probably exist You say you my ride or die But I don't even know who to go and love no more We wasted a lot of time on the road Im just trying to live life Hoping time don't go by slow And we gone hit the mall hit the store I said money aint a thing Im finna spend these dollas all on you So keep those problems far I got youngins posted on the boulevard Only 'bout my bag I'm never slacking You ain't down to ride then you distracting And you know I keep a semi automatic Just incase they want that static Claiming that it's on sight, they don't want none They gon' start a problem they can't outrun Said you're riding don't you fake it, fake it Don't you ever let 'em see you naked, naked I put ice all in your chain oh yeah All I got is you on the brain oh yeah I could tell that you've been patient I give you my heart, don't misplace it You say you my ride or die But I don't even know who to go and love no more We wasted a lot of time on the road Im just trying to live life Hoping time don't go by slow And we gone hit the mall hit the store I said money aint a thing Im finna spend these dollas all on you So keep those problems far I got youngins posted on the boulevard All my niggas posted And you niggas know this And that bitch so bad I had to hold it like a trophy If I say I love you than the other niggas booges I will give you everything if you can say That you can trust me Hair done, nails done cause she all of that She got money she aint trippin about no other girls Ex friends ex men he aint all of that I am the only nigga she gone keep calling now You say you my ride or die But I don't even know who to go and love no more We wasted a lot of time on the road Im just trying to live life Hoping time don't go by slow And we gone hit the mall hit the store I said money aint a thing Im finna spend these dollas all on you So keep those problems far I got youngins posted on the boulevard