Ridin' Thru The Ghetto - Bonus Track (Explicit)

Trilla

I'm a boss

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars

Dollars, worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm makin' women holler, holler, makin' women holler

Holler, makin' women holler, holler

I just left my mama house and it made me feel good

I just paid my mama bills, you would if you could

Nigga see, I'm from the ghetto and they thought I'd go to prison

Niggas in the ghetto always end up in the system

But I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

Convertible Impala, but can drive what I wanna

'Cause I'm ballin' like a motha, smokin' on that California

Hit the freeway, and I'm thinkin' 'bout my brother

Got a life sentence, fuckin' with them undercovers

Gotta handle my business, I came up with a plan

Handle mine like a nigga, I'm in the lime green Lamb'

Yeah them niggas wanna ride with a nigga

I let her drive on them two pills so it louses

Got 'bout twenty stacks tucked in my jeans

At the intersection gettin' high, nothin' in between, you can see

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars

Dollars, worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm makin' women holler, holler, makin' women holler

Holler, makin' women holler, holler

I just spilled all of my clean on my lap

And I'm 38 hot, 'cause I gotta turn back

And the trap on fire, but I still drop by

My money no good in the hood, they be lookin' out

I paid mine, could you say the same?

Same old excuses, niggas blame it on the game

Got up out the ghetto, made it, now my community hate it

I used to Section 8 it, just a nickel bag would have me faded

I came a long way, I had a long day

And I'm cranky, I crank up, rub me the wrong way

I got issues like a newsstand, somethin' different every day

I don't run from it, I just stare it in the face

Hittin' corners with the beat beatin'

I miss the days when the streets heard somethin' and then repeat it

Before the dollars and the diamonds on the collars and the Pradas

Gunplay was just another ghetto problem, now I'm...

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars

Dollars, worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm makin' women holler, holler, makin' women holler

Holler, makin' women holler, holler

Picture me rollin' in my 550 Benz

My life a movie, niggas actin' like friends

Just beat a case, ten million in the flesh

Semi-auto in the auto when I'm ridin' through the 'jects

'Cause I'm worth a million dollars and I'm lookin' like I feel

Ferris wheels on the coupe, cookin' up like Emeril

No appeal for my dog, niggas shot him, 40 years

Got me chain smokin' just to hold back the tears

'Cause the label season comin' fast

My mama nervous 'cause the feds searchin' through the trash

Somebody workin' paranoid, it get worse, send a text before you call

I'm ridin' through the ghetto, 50,000 on my arm

You can judge a man lookin' at his company

I talk with Hov and I break bread with Ross monthly

Ten niggas in low riders with ski masks

Screamin', "Cartel," every time we pass, black flag

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars

Dollars, worth a million dollars, dollars, worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm ridin' through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars

I'm makin' women holler, holler, makin' women holler

Holler, makin' women holler, holler

You gotta understand the feelin', baby

It's like comin' to the prep game

Playin' on air, came up

You feel me? Now I'm the billionaire, the big boss

Let's say I'm comin' down in some ho, right?

I paid 400,000 for her, I paid that with a smile

You feel me? I'm comin' down

Mind the guard's drive, it's all the way live

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? It's the boss

And I love to floss, I ain't need no Mickey D's, baby

You gotta follow me close

Might stop at P.F. Chang's and we can do some things

I'm a rich nigga, ha, we the best

So fresh, I'm higher than a muh'fucker

And I'm trilla, trilla

Trilla, trilla