Mustard, RJmrLA, Nipsey Hussle - Ridin' Around lyrics

Never gonna love no broke ass bitch, woah
Mustard on the beat, ho!

Ridin 'round, out of bounds
40 cal, 30 rounds you make it from nothing
Such a wonderful feeling
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
Started to lose friends when
They notice you winning
They see that we winning
Started to lose friends when
They notice you winning
They see that we winning

Look, came to get money
Pat on my back cause I did it
I pull up in foreign blowing
Smoke through the ceiling
You make it from nothing
Such a wonderful feeling
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
My cars go fast, my pockets is fat
I take your bitch and we go shopping at Sachs
I'm a popular mack, never stop for them rats
Flipped a lot of them racks while
I fuck with this rap
Nigga hustling back so they stuck in the set
Playing Russian Roulette
Me I'm puffing the best
I'm a fucking exec, money, power, respect
All my weapons is fresh
On the West I'm a rep
I'm the fucking connect
I could cut you a check
I could put you in the game
And let you hustle the rest
I got a lust for success
You know it come with the stress
So we party every night
What the fuck you expect?

Ridin 'round, out of bounds
40 cal, 30 rounds you make it from nothing
Such a wonderful feeling
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
Started to lose friends when
They notice you winning
They see that we winning
Started to lose friends when
They notice you winning
They see that we winning

Never gon' love no broke ass bitch
Never one broke bitch gon change me
Mr right Back, back and she pays me
Whip the ghost like I'm bringing back slavery
Mr lA i just caught a lick
Dug it out the mud like a forklift
I'm with some balling ass Bloods
Some cold Crips
Don't get dragged out the club like a coat
Bitch i turn LA into Antarctica
The nigga switched on me it's like an audible
Dodging a fiend it ain't affordable
My pull up game came with a urinal
Extendo for certain
Forties with the thirties like
It's Harlems on Vernon
Man 'cause niggas up in LA barbies
Rappers want me get some help
And sell their merch

Ridin 'round, out of bounds
40 cal, 30 rounds you make it from nothing
Such a wonderful feeling
My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
Started to lose friends when
They notice you winning
They see that we winning
Started to lose friends when
They notice you winning
They see that we winning

So I give this girl a compliment
The other day, you know
One of the those "you're beautiful"
And she gon say "Thank you" and walk away
I say, "Bitch, hold on a second
Lemme talk to you I don't
Know who be complimenting you, but a thank
You ain't enough for me? Cause
I don't be just giving out
Compliments on the street to strangers
Like that so I'ma
Need you, err-re-err, rewind that
And add, uh, "I appreciate
That" proceeding by a compliment
Directed towards me
Bitch, cause I look good too
Motherfucker I deserve a compliment all too
Fuck you talking 'bout with a
Just "Thank you"? How
You just gonna give me a thank you? Like
Uh, like, like, like, like, like
Like, this is just like
Like, like, like, like a, like a, like a
Like, like a, like a, like, like, what the
What? A thank you and that's it? C'mon girl
You got me fucked up you got
Me all the way fucked up