Ridin’ Thru My City Rich Boy (Ft. The Game)

[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
This ain’t nothing, I ain’t stunting till I hit the button
Wrist out the window, blue river diamonds flooding
Riding by the ocean just for promotion
Top back, white laundry, let doors open
Groupies looking froze, should've left the freezer closed
Her breast and thighs hotter than some wings at Burger Joe’s
Now take a pose, got the Lambo with the cameras flashing
Yellow bird, flying spur with the doors flapping

[Pre-Chorus: Rich Boy]
Convertible status, twenty carats, no fucking salad
I’m coming back from Cali with white bricks up on the pallet
I’m in my city drop topping, and got my trunk knocking
I made a profit from nothing, now bitches pussy-popping

[Chorus: Rich Boy]
I’m riding in my city with the top down
While I’m yelling out the window, this is my town
808 bumping down the block, I let it knock down
I got your girl riding with me cause I’m hot now
You see me riding in my city, I’m riding in my city
I’m riding in my city, I’m riding in my city
I’m riding in my city with the top down
And I got your girl riding with me with her top down
First I tell her take off your shirt, then take off your bra
Then take off your skirt, now take off your thong
I’m a dog and she know it, money I’ll blow it
My doors lift open, now can you see me rolling?