Stylesz - Ride (feat. Big James, Jugg & Dre Reese) Lyrics

Put a hunnid bands on the roof (A hunnid bands)
Spend a couple bands on you (That's right)
Baby lemme show you what I'm about (Lemme show you what I'm bout baby)
Girl I wanna get up in ya deep end (In ya deep end)
Talm bout you wanna see me this weekend (Ya)
Stop playing girl lemme do what I, do
Got me like f*ck these haters, these hoes
Money bring problems, that's the way it goes
When I'm all around baby keep it on the low
Put it on a chain let that bitch hang low
Got me like f*ck these haters, these hoes
Money bring problems, that's the way it goes
When I'm all around baby keep it on the low
Put it on a chain let that bitch hang low

They don't call me Stylesz for no reason
I'm dripping hella sauce
I be popping tags
Might just spend a band on you
Ooo baby girl I'm feeling you
Tryna get you in my bed, feeling on my chain
Loving you, got you going insane
Imma break you off tonight
I'm gone love you how you like
F*ck that other nigga that be blowing up your phone
He ain't me, no he ain't me tell him leave you alone
Put your phone on mute
Lemme get in that pum, pum
J'aime ton corps
Bébé mets-le sur moi
We can do whatever
You like, yea

Put a hunnid bands on the roof (A hunnid bands)
Spend a couple bands on you (That's right)
Baby lemme show you what I'm about (Lemme show you what I'm bout baby)
Girl I wanna get up in ya deep end (In ya deep end)
Talm bout you wanna see me this weekend (Ya)
Stop playing girl lemme do what I, do
Got me like f*ck these haters, these hoes
Money bring problems, that's the way it goes
When I'm all around baby keep it on the low
Put it on a chain let that bitch hang low
Got me like f*ck these haters, these hoes
Money bring problems, that's the way it goes
When I'm all around baby keep it on the low
Put it on a chain let that bitch hang low

It's a hunnid bad bitches and they ready to f*ck
I got, two cups bout to pour one up
If I gave, two f*cks imma throw one up
And give the other one to your bitch cause all I wanna do is f*ck
I got them drums like a marching band, imma run it up
Pistol in my other hand, boy you better duck
She gone off a couple zans, now she high as f*ck
My nigga take yo pack, if they heard you was up (Dre Reese)
Spend a couple bands girl I ain't never stressing
I lay her on her back and give her all my f*cking blessings
Come here girl lemme show you how my father blessed me
If a nigga want some problems we ain't never stressing
101 pulling up just to teach a lesson
I just send a couple plays and all my niggas catch it
A nigga gimme lip
Keep it on my hip
Empty out some clips
Got a couple bands girl we can dip

Put a hunnid bands on the roof
Spend a couple bands on you (That's right)
Baby lemme show you what I'm about (What I'm about)
Girl I wanna get up in ya deep end (Deep end)
Talm bout you wanna see me this weekend (This weekend)
Stop playing girl lemme do what I, do
Got me like f*ck these haters, these hoes
Money bring problems, that's the way it goes (That's the way it go)
When I'm all around baby keep it on the low (Keep it on the low)
Put it on a chain let that bitch hang low (Let that bitch hang low)
Got me like f*ck these haters, these hoes
Money bring problems, that's the way it goes (That's the way it go)
When I'm all around baby keep it on the low (Keep it on the low)
Put it on a chain let that bitch hang low (Let that bitch hang low)

(Let that bitch hang low)
(L-Let that bitch hang low)
(Let, l-let that bitch hang low)