Yeah, yeah
For all my real ATL niggas, that's right
This the dope boy anthem
Come on (hey, I said we gettin' all the-)

Money, hoes, (ah, and the)
Cars and clothes (why?)
That's how all my niggas roll (how we ride shawty?)
Blowin' dro (uh oh)
24's (woo)
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, (ah and the)
Cars and clothes
That's how all my niggas roll (ah, how they ride pimpin'?)
Blowin' dro (uh oh)
24's (okay)
That's how all my niggas roll

I'm in a drop-top Chevy with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open
'Cause I've been dranking and I've been smoking
And flying down 285 but I'm focused
It's a 454 SS, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces
I say I'm doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping
Number eight on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys hollering "What's happening?" kid running in
The cliques start dancing and the broads start choosing
And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures, buy an onion of good and throw the deuces
'Cause I ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood, I'm used to it
If your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24-inch Dayton's got the Chevrolet skatin' makin'

Money, hoes, (ah, and the)
Cars and clothes (why?)
That's how all my niggas roll (how we ride shawty?)
Blowin' dro (uh oh)
24's (woo)
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, (ah and the)
Cars and clothes
That's how all my niggas roll (ah, how they ride pimpin'?)
Blowin' dro (uh oh)
24's (okay)
That's how all my niggas roll

Give me a million and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
Underaged civilian in the tightest ride, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, rather flip my keys
Been paying my dues ever since '89, tryna get my cheese
Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they know it's me
Ain't no dream or no fantasy bitch, it's T-I-P
Broad busting, like a baby do a binky
Five karat VVS's on my motherfuckin' pinkie
Half of Hennessy and Belvedere's what we drinking
Pimp squad send for broads, what the hell you niggas thinking?
Young nigga spending weekends on the islands in the fall
24-inch rim shining when I'm riding 'cause I'm balling
I'm calling out shots like a pool shark
My tools spark in the dark when I fool marks
Y'all fools hearts in the wrong place
At the wrong time, I got a strong mind
To grab my chrome nine and shoot at your ass for a long time
But I'ma get that ass hauled off, fuck around with the clique
They'll be looking for your dick with a stick, nigga y'all soft
So y'all lost, I'ma ball out at all costs, spit game to a dame
Make her ride on this thang
'Til she falls off and sucks balls off, I got the

Money, hoes, (ah, and the)
Cars and clothes (why?)
That's how all my niggas roll (how we ride shawty?)
Blowin' dro (uh oh)
24's (woo)
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, (ah and the)
Cars and clothes
That's how all my niggas roll (ah, how they ride pimpin'?)
Blowin' dro (uh oh)
24's (okay)
That's how all my niggas roll

Ayy, I ain't bouncing little shorty, I'm relaxing right now
I'd probably still be trapping if I wasn't rapping right now
Bragging about pistols at the house, well, I'm strapped right now
Keep on talkin', folk, I'll lay you on your back right now
Want to act right now, get smacked right now
Ayy, I'ma buck a motherfucker, I don't know how to back down
Clown down here fakin', frontin', talking 'bout what you making, nothin'
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothing
I'm raised by the niggas getting head from the jays
Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead from the K
Stay ready for the raid, paid heavy from the yay'
I told my class, kiss my ass, I make eleven every day, I'm gettin'

Money, hoes, (ah, and the)
Cars and clothes (why?)
That's how all my niggas roll (how we ride, shawty?)
Blowin' dro (uh oh)
24's (woo)
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, (ah and the)
Cars and clothes
That's how all my niggas roll (ah, how they ride pimpin'?)
Blowin' dro (uh oh)
24's (okay)
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, (ah, and the)
Cars and clothes (why?)
That's how all my niggas roll (how we ride, shawty?)
Blowin' dro (uh oh)
24's (woo)
That's how all my niggas roll
Money, hoes, (ah, and the)
Cars and clothes (oh, why 'cause)
That's how all my niggas roll (ah, how they ride pimpin'?)
Blowin' dro (uh oh)
24's (okay)
That's how all my niggas roll Writer/s: Aldrin Davis, Clifford Joseph Harris
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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