Ride till I die Lord knows I stay high, and I love it And I love it Let's go! We count hundreds on the table, twenties on the floor Fresh outta work, and on the way with some more And I love it (yeah!) And I love it I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's And I love it (yeah!) And I love it Once again, it's on I'm back in the muh' fuckin' booth These niggas still lying I'm the muh' fuckin' truth (yeah!) I don't believe 'em I need to see some muh' fuckin' proof I ain't want the four door I copped the muh' fuckin' coupe (haha!) They tryin' be me I'm just tryin' be G And everything comes to da light, you'll see These niggas in the dark Baby, I just shine (shine!) I do it from the heart, homie They just rhyme (yeah!) Check your watch, nigga, it's my time (hey!) Mind made up I was on my grind (that's right!) So pay attention, yeah; you on my time In that case, time waits for no man Do it again; I done that before, man (yeah!) M.O.E., you ain't part of the program Or maybe you niggas ain't listening Open your eyes I'm a blessing in disguise We count hundreds on the table, twenties on the floor Fresh outta work, and on the way with some more And I love it (yeah!) And I love it I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's And I love it (yeah!) And I love it Yeah, I blew up, but they ain't like that They switched up on me, and I ain't like that Sold my first brick, yeah I came right back Fast forward the tape, nigga, look at me now And I never turn back, so mutha fuck that Nike's on the ground got my head to the sky Smoked all day Lord knows I stay high Stay on top Lord knows I'm gon' try And live for the moment Lord knows I'm gon' die And when I get to hell Lord knows I'm gon' fry Woke up this morning, so I'm still alive Thirty-six O's I sold them all for five We count hundreds on the table, twenties on the floor Fresh outta work, and on the way with some more And I love it (yeah!) And I love it I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's And I love it (yeah!) And I love it Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang All the real niggas either dead or in jail And if you're looking for me, homie, I'm in the A-T-L You gotta play it how it go You can't cheat on life (yeah!) Ya better drink a Red Bull You can't sleep on life I ain't tryin' a do you I'm tryin' do me Last album did two I'm just tryin' do three Fresh out the pot, yeah The work was hard Ride with the top down, so I'm closer to God My P.O. telling me I need a nine to five But I already got a job, and that's stayin' alive We count hundreds on the table, twenties on the floor Fresh outta work, and on the way with some more And I love it (yeah!) And I love it I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's And I love it (yeah!) And I love it Ride till I die Lord knows I stay high, and I love it And I love it Let's go!