Ride Dat Birdman, Juvenile, and Lil Wayne

[Intro]
Stunna
Nino
Rich Gang

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
It's official, the whistle blowin', the liquor pourin'
We had our issues and differences, we were sick of warring
City nigga, you think I been out of chicken form?
Plenty bitches but really never committed to 'em
Anything my lil' pretty things want, I get it for 'em (What you want?)
These niggas tricky, these bitches ain't got no feelings for 'em
You hear the crickets and birds chirping, that's paradise
Penthouse we don't reserve, we dine in candlelight
Don't like that lying shit, I'm the one they confide wit'
Victoria's Secret, a secret garden, quit hiding shit (Quit hiding shit)
I provide shit, have you in all that fly shit (Fly shit)
So much shit, you done run out of room in your closet (Closet)
You want that Nicki, that Mary J, that Mariah shit (What you want?)
That Halle Berry, that Angelina, Sanaa shit
Desire shit, ain't no side niggas or side chicks (Us)
They on that my shit, we on that you and I shit

[Chorus]
Now ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (Rich)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (Out the pound wit' it)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that, ride that (We up top in Seattle)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick ho (Just like that)
Ride it, ride it, ride, ride that dick