Ridin' Dirty

"Ridin' Dirty"(feat. Trey Songz)Yuh, knahmtalkinboutWe over here in the Gridiron, three in the mo'ninThis song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo' usThe foundation, knahmtalkinbout?[Chorus: Trey Songz]Pimpin hoes, slammin Cadillac do's (already)Shawty understaind this is how we roll (already)Parkin lot pimpin on Vogues (already)VA to H-Town yeah you already knowChoppin on blades so ama-zin (already)Look at them boy's teeth, that's cra-zy (already)The lean and the weed got us la-zy (already)Yellow boppers is boppin but you already know[Paul Wall]I'm comin straight out of the South, with my nuts in my handIt's the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas that's my landWho's the man that's in demand, it's Paul Wall baby yeah that's meI put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South LeeAnd I'm hustlin, on the grind, seventy-two, I was straightNo time to eat or sleep, I'm stackin licks that just won't waitI'm campaignin for a Benz, on the rims with bubble lensSo I'm stackin every dollar I see; hundreds, fifties, twenties and tensDo's open and do's close, never sweat hoes, players get choseHustle and flow, cars close, that's the player life that I knowRoll the dank up, where's the 'dro, po' the drank up, where's the foStackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty pimpin[Chorus][Paul Wall]I'm ridin drop-top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranch'n paintEnjoyin the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryin to get that bankI don't know what these boys thank, my motivation is Benjamin FranklinI'm tryin to maintain this wealth that I been calculatinGettin money that's all I know, on my toes never off my noteWoodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a proI grind it's off to work I go, I hustle hard it's non-stopAnd if I flop I switch the hustle, I learn the game and then set-up shopI'm strivin to make it to the top, it's all or nuttin no turnin backI'm with them boys out on the block, accumulatin them paper stacksI'm makin money it's where it's at, whatever it takes, crackerjackIn love with my money and that's a fact and we still ridin dirty pimpin[Chorus][Paul Wall]Right now we got the fifth wheel reclininTrunk is popped up, screens fallin from the skyI got the candy paint sprayed by EddieAnd I'm ridin on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game..Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't complain or whineI just get on my grind, puttin in work overtimeI learned overtime, many hustles of every kindWhatever it takes to make a dime, I keep that paper on my mindI was born blind, but now I see the road to richesIt's a long road, full of hurdles potholes and ditchesBenard Freeman taught me to keep it movin when you take a lossAnd Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all costI peeped game from the best, and since then I been playin chessI put in work with no rest, to get that paper that's my questI'm on a slow grind towards success, one of the best cause I keep it freshI'm one hundred and nuttin less and I'm still ridin dirty pimpin[Chorus][Outro]On behalf of the People's Champ, me myself Pretty Todd and Calvin EarlFunky Fingers I hear ya baby, we'd like to thank ya for ya purchaseKeep holdin the South down, because, we are