(*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'mma 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