Yeah, yeah, yeah, (fool) it was What it to be (It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang) She just wanna ride with a G (Bitches off they weddin' rings) the champagne (Yeah) And she just ride with a G (Yeah)
She remember it was She remember what it to be But somewhere along the lines she up And realized she lost her And, now, she wanna ride with a G She just ride with a G
1: Curren$y] (Yeah, Yeah, Fool) Fresh out the machine, I step Mercedes SL5, the rides kept I play the field with stiff and side steps with whom I've slept solidify my rep Her baby eyes watered up, as she wept When I mention my were to step Beast I be, her friends her not to speak to me got history I I still can be, fool And women I've been with it's true No matter what I got Saw me wit my thang got my number she textin' my phone, She just wanna with a G I can't her For fuckin with imposters, Lower case G's, little Them niggas pickin' sticks and outta they weed, My budd in fuzz But not by the police
She remember it was She remember it used to be But somewhere the lines she fucked up And realized she her seat And, now, she just wanna with a G She wanna ride with a G
[Verse 2: Dogg] Playa, playa, lay a, On the loco I should be the Compassionate, Fly to a Scope on me tough a sniper, viper My is G's No fleas, green No seeds, oh We press, we in a midst of me I'm mystically and The I form the group Makes a I mean cuz my shit is like classical It blows my mind and I This new I quote It's worth a mil ticket Baby is ya to come get it? Cause my seat is coast livin' is you down to ride? We can ya to the spot maybe, But hot baby From the bottom all the way to the top, You with the dogg, that it is See I'm bout the currency with Can ya dig, dig, dig, dig, dig