Artist: Dat Boy Grace f/ Enjoli Album: Crumbs to Bricks Song: Come Ride Wit a Playa Typed by: Lil Hustle (*singing*) Oooh, come and ride with a playa There for me [Grace] Cause of my candy exterior, wood and leather interior Pull a broad stopper 20 inch chopper, new popper reigning superior Candy blue rain coats leather, got surround by sound in my trunk Screwed Up Click represent to the fullest, jamming slowed down funk Best in the money Doca Cabani, Versacci made by Gianni 1999 version, of Mr. Clyde and Ms. Bonnie No need for robbing and killing, we getting paid thinking millions Two deep top down with screens on, in luxury what a feeling Baby let your hair flow in wind, relax as corners we bend I got codeine for my soda, and a lil' old juice for your gin Now as we spin in the Benz, no destination just rolling Blue lens Lorenz and Yokohama, girl it's Southside holding [Hook - 2x] Baby come ride with a playa, all night long Tops drop and screens lit as we, ride on chrome [Enjoli] First off can you let your top down, let the sun touch the face And this long hair, sugar brown watch my shrug hey In case some gangsta shit go down, me and my man one on one Making the shit, go run I be house shoes with slippers for my nigga, blast quicker I mean baddest lil' mama, queen of all classy figgas A skin of Versacci wear, or Gucci superstar no groupie Want coochie you got the loochie, then my man got the houchies Discriminate em off one time, let me know you really want it Caress you sex you down, this is your way it's on me No phony or faking baby, it be the love making That got my heart shaking and baking, in paradise while I'm raking Up and down like a pony, do you feel me I know you want me Moving fast or slow, and body rocking up on it Whatever pleasing is you, whatever makes you happy I'm down to roll with you, whether houpe Bentley or Caddy baby [Hook - 2x] [Grace] It's plain to see I be a G, I'm riding in luxury Converted tops and empty chops, so baby come ride with me The elegant rider street glider, head turner hogging those streets Mo-mo blocks on foreign drops, and playa spokes on my fleets Wood grain on dash and do' panels, mini TV's cable channels Make a selection pick a direction, and we gon burn like some candles Riding high blowing drank, and relaxed on leather trunk banging Feeling good looking good, dripping candy paint and we swanging Acting bad, the haters mad at me cause we looking so lovely Optimoes full of sticky, po'ing up glasses of bubbly Hustling you rub me to my ears, we ride off in the night I'ma guide the grain and screens rain, baby girl just po' up the Sprite [Hook - 2x] (*singing*) Rode on chrome baby, drop the top Yes I am spitting, feel alright Let your hair blow, in the wind All night, riding on chrome uh Ride on chrome oh, yeah yeah