Ride With the Chrome

When I'm on the mic in the rave, I do not play Making these racks I be making that money Be making these stacks Be making this racks Yeah, straight to the top And straight through the skin Doing my laces Then doing my dance I got the starp Now we flying to France We tell him twice Were aint taking no chance Look to my right Yeah got a quick glance One two three four Knew he was lying I had to say sure Knew he trying I had to make sure Knew he was dying Yeah dead on the floor Yeah he's siting on the floor Looked at my watch It's quarter past four When I'm on the mic in the rave, I do not play Making these racks I be making that money be making these racks Be making this stacks Yeah, straight to the top And straight through the skin Doing my laces Then doing my dance I got the starp Now we flying to France We tell him twice Were not taking no chance Look to my right Yeah got a quick glance Look at my meat Then gimme a treat Gimme a treat She feeling the heat She calling sweet She never told me Never told me She copping a plea Copying me Shes flat on her feet Down on her knees Shes calling me b Cant even count Yeah check my account Cant be suprised Got too many ps