Ridin' Thru The Ghetto (iTunes Bonus Track)

(álbum: Trilla - 2008)

[Rick Ross:]
Trilla
I'm a boss
Wex, Wex, Wex
Who?

I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars, I been worth a million dollars
I been worth a million dollars, I been worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm making women holler (Holler), I'm making women holler (Holler)
Making women holler (Holler)

I just left my momma house and it made me feel good
I just paid my momma bills, you would if you could
You see I'm from the ghetto where you gotta go to prison (Prison)
'Cause niggas in the ghetto always end up in the system
But I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars)
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars (Dollars)
Convertible Impala, wouldn't drive what I'm owning
Plus I'm balling like them brothers smoking on that California
Hit the freeway, and I'm kicking with my brother
Nigga got a a lies in this whip, I'm undercover
Gotta handle my business, I came up with a plan
And my mind active, like I'm in a lime green Lamb'
Yeah them hoes wanna ride with us
I love to drive on them two wheels, know they love us
Got 'bout twenty stacks up in my jeans
At the interstate, we getting sucked in between, you see (Oh, yeah)

Now, I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars, I been worth a million dollars
I been worth a million dollars, I been worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm making women holler (Holler), I'm making women holler (Holler)
Making women holler (Holler)

[Gunplay:]
I just spilled all of my clean on my lap
Then I'm .38, hot, 'cause I gotta turn back
And the trap on fire, but I still drop by (By)
My money no good in the hood, they be looking out
I pay mine 'cause she say the same (Same)
Same old excuses, niggas blame it on a game
Got up out the ghetto, made it, now my community dated
I used to section eight it, just a nigga bag of weed had me faded
I came a long way (Way), I had a long day (Day)
If I'm cranky, I crank up, rub me the wrong way (Way)
I got issues like a noose stand, something different every day (Huh)
I don't want from it, I just stare it in the face (Ha)
Coldest with the beat-beating
I miss the days when the streets earned something and then repeat it
Before the dollars and the diamonds on the collars and the Pradas
Gunplay was just another ghetto product (Oh, yeah)

[Rick Ross:]
Now, I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars, I been worth a million dollars
I been worth a million dollars, I been worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm making women holler (Holler), I'm making women holler (Holler)
Making women holler (Holler)

[Torch:]
Picture me rolling in my five-fifty Benz
My life a movie, niggas acting like friends (Hi)
Just beat a case, ten million in the flesh
Give me auto in the auto when I'm riding through the jets
'Cause I'm worth a million dollars and I'm looking like I feel
Nervous feels on the coupe, cooking up like Anne-Marie
No capeel for my dawg, I got shot up forty years (Forty years?)
Got the chains talking, just a ho, just the tears
So these necklaces is coming fast (Fast), my mama nervous
Need some head searching through the trash (Trash), somebody working
Paranoid ain't the word, send a text before you call (Before you call)
I'm riding through the ghetto, a thousand on my arm (Yeah)
Judge a man, looking at his company
I talk with Hov (Uh-huh), and I break bread with Ross monthly
Ten niggas (Niggas), in low-riders (Riders)
In ski masks, screaming "Cartel" every time we pass, like flag (Ooh)

[Rick Ross:]
Now, I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm worth a million dollars, I been worth a million dollars
I been worth a million dollars, I been worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm riding through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
I'm making women holler (Holler), I'm making women holler (Holler)
Making women holler (Holler)

You gotta understand the feeling baby (Oh, yeah)
It's like coming to the crap game, clearing 'em out (Ooh)
Nigga done came up, feel me? (I'm ridin')
Now I'm a billionaire, big boss
Let's say I'm coming down on some shit that I
I paid four hundred thousand for
I paid that with a smile (I'm ridin')
I'm coming down, mines be all I drive
It's all the way live
Boss about, boss, and I love to floss (Oh)
It ain't even that deep (I'm ridin')
You gotta follow close (Oh, yeah)
When I saw that PF Changs we can do some thangs (Oh)
I'm a real nigga though
Ha, we the best, so fresh (I'm riding, ooh)
I'm higher than a motherfucker man
And I'm trilla, trilla, trilla (I'm ridin')