We Ride

Lyrics

[Intro: Aasim & Al Pacino from Carlito's Way] I'm reloaded, okay? (Uh) Come on in here, motherfuckers (Yeah) Come on, I'm waitin' for ya (Yeah) What, you ain't comin' in? (Yeah, let's go) Okay, I'm comin' out (Yeah, let's go) Oh, you up against me now, motherfuckers, I'm gonna blow your fuckin' brains out [Pre-Chorus: Dawn Richard] You don't have to look up in the sky to tell you what it's like I'm fuckin' with you 'cause you got a really nice car 'Gatti all black, M's smokin' on cigars Middle fingers up 'cause we don't give a fuck I got the bag, you got the smoke (This is a stick up) I got the bag, you got the smoke (This is a stick up) I got the bag, you got the smoke (This is a stick up) I got the bag, you got the smoke (This is a stick up) [Chorus: Dawn Richard] We like Bonnie and Clyde We ain't never gon' die Bad Boy, bitches, we ride We like Bonnie and Clyde We ain't never gon' die Bad Boy, bitches, we ride Bad Boy, bitches, we ride We on, Aasim, talk to 'em [Verse 1: Aasim] Uh, she say, "Aasim, you don't ever make it rain" Yet she kinda pull my card like a Ace of Spade And we ride it's like we on ice, escapades Racin' down the Palla Saints in twin Escalades She said he had game, but his type pathetic I sweet talk the baddest chicks 'til they dine then bedded The night's young, I got her sippy in a sex pistol She like it kinky, rep it real, she keep her wet whistles We out in Vegas blowin' paper, watch the bets triple Have wet willies, doin' carper arms and wet nipples [Pre-Chorus: Dawn Richard] You don't have to look up in the sky to tell you what it's like I'm fuckin' with you 'cause you got a really nice car 'Gatti all black, M's smokin' on cigars Middle fingers up 'cause we don't give a fuck I got the bag, you got the smoke (This is a stick up) I got the bag, you got the smoke (This is a stick up) I got the bag, you got the smoke (This is a stick up) I got the bag, you got the smoke (This is a stick up) [Chorus: Dawn Richard] We like Bonnie and Clyde We ain't never gon' die Bad Boy, bitches, we ride We like Bonnie and Clyde We ain't never gon' die Bad Boy, bitches, we ride Bad Boy, bitches, we ride We on, Aasim, talk to 'em [Verse 2: Aasim] Uh, look at me closely I stay fed My kicks coke white ones call 'em baseheads I married money, Kev' and Britney, call me K-Fed Stickin' hunnids in the mattress of my daybed Bonnie and Clyde'n like we hidin' from the law But we just so far above it we never touchin' the floor I saw a shootin' star made a wish for it all I guess it came true 'cause man, I'm havin' a ball Heineken on my breath, what's the next lesson? If I'm Aasim The Answer, what's the next question? I'm a fly mothersucker, I don't need a dressin' And my bitch got a bunch of J.Lo Remy dresses [Outro: Dawn Richard] This is a stick up This is a stick up This is a stick up This is a stick up This is a stick up Ain't no stoppin' us We gon' be here, oh, oh, oh, oh The baddest in New York The baddest in New York The baddest in New York The baddest in New York The baddest in New York The baddest in New York The baddest in New York The baddest in New York The baddest in New York The baddest in New York The baddest in New York The baddest in New York