"Ramen" lyrics
RJmrLA, Joe Moses & Nice Lyrics
Uh, ayy
When I was comin' up rough, that wasn't even what you called it
That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics
Switch sections, same shit, different toilet
One up in the head, keep it on me like I spoil it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Don't text me, call me 'cause I don't like surprises (Yeah)
I heard his whole team ran, left him on an island (Nigga)
This can't be life, man, nigga just survivin'
His face on a pack, got noodled like ramen (Brrt)
And, bitch, we mob as Saddam Bin Laden (Yeah, yeah)
Opinions like an asshole, we got 'em in common (Yeah)
You fuck your BM, we got somethin' in common (Uh)
You got that bitch pregnant, I left it in the condom (Shh)
Red light, green light, beam on your bean like a headlight
Or I'll motherfuckin' bitch until she get her bread right (Yeah)
What the lick read? Light bulb, give me insight
Midnight, strap, finger-paintin' like a thick dyke (Woo)
I'ma help my lil' nigga get his shit right (Woo)
Fuck these devils, look at what they did to Suge Knight (Woo)
That pork poison even when that shit cook right (Ah-ah)
Put the Range in sport mode and do a hook slide
I can't be faded ('Cause I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' streets)
Brand new stick with the switch, feelin' innovative (I'm a nigga, what you tell 'em like?)
I can't be faded (I can't, 'cause I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' streets, ayy)
Bitch on my hip got switched, just got off papers (Hey, hey)
We just here to get money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich, for real)
Money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
We just here to get money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
Money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
We just here to get rich
Two speed, dot on the K, it's a two T (What?)
Wi-Fi head, get 'em stretched like a 2G
Too P, baby, I'm a don, shit A two V
Every nigga talk but my smoke come with LooseLeaf (What?)
Mr. RJ a big wa, ha (Wa)
Chopstick chicken in the trap, ha
Soy sauce rice on the drop, hah
Awful lot of Bloods on the block, hah (On the block)
So tell Desto I need it red like a period (Ha)
I ran LA, on the gang, I be beerius (For real)
Curious, fifth round, brown paper bag (Bag)
It's a story to these niggas, I'ma still get the bag (Come on)
Niggas still ass, thirty years still trash (Trash)
Twelve years later, I still got the last laugh (For real)
Trap on Clark, still blowin' out bags (Bags)
Three up top like my nigga King Jabs (Rest in peace)
I can't be faded ('Cause I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' streets)
Brand new stick with the switch, feelin' innovative (I'm a nigga, what you tell 'em like?)
I can't be faded (I can't, 'cause I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' streets, ayy)
Bitch on my hip got switched, just got off papers (Hey, hey)
We just here to get money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich, for real)
Money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
We just here to get money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
Money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
We just here to get rich
When I was comin' up rough, that wasn't even what you called it
That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics
Switch sections, same shit, different toilet
One up in the head, keep it on me like I spoil it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Don't text me, call me 'cause I don't like surprises (Yeah)
I heard his whole team ran, left him on an island (Nigga)
This can't be life, man, nigga just survivin'
His face on a pack, got noodled like ramen (Brrt)
And, bitch, we mob as Saddam Bin Laden (Yeah, yeah)
Opinions like an asshole, we got 'em in common (Yeah)
You fuck your BM, we got somethin' in common (Uh)
You got that bitch pregnant, I left it in the condom (Shh)
Red light, green light, beam on your bean like a headlight
Or I'll motherfuckin' bitch until she get her bread right (Yeah)
What the lick read? Light bulb, give me insight
Midnight, strap, finger-paintin' like a thick dyke (Woo)
I'ma help my lil' nigga get his shit right (Woo)
Fuck these devils, look at what they did to Suge Knight (Woo)
That pork poison even when that shit cook right (Ah-ah)
Put the Range in sport mode and do a hook slide
I can't be faded ('Cause I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' streets)
Brand new stick with the switch, feelin' innovative (I'm a nigga, what you tell 'em like?)
I can't be faded (I can't, 'cause I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' streets, ayy)
Bitch on my hip got switched, just got off papers (Hey, hey)
We just here to get money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich, for real)
Money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
We just here to get money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
Money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
We just here to get rich
Two speed, dot on the K, it's a two T (What?)
Wi-Fi head, get 'em stretched like a 2G
Too P, baby, I'm a don, shit A two V
Every nigga talk but my smoke come with LooseLeaf (What?)
Mr. RJ a big wa, ha (Wa)
Chopstick chicken in the trap, ha
Soy sauce rice on the drop, hah
Awful lot of Bloods on the block, hah (On the block)
So tell Desto I need it red like a period (Ha)
I ran LA, on the gang, I be beerius (For real)
Curious, fifth round, brown paper bag (Bag)
It's a story to these niggas, I'ma still get the bag (Come on)
Niggas still ass, thirty years still trash (Trash)
Twelve years later, I still got the last laugh (For real)
Trap on Clark, still blowin' out bags (Bags)
Three up top like my nigga King Jabs (Rest in peace)
I can't be faded ('Cause I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' streets)
Brand new stick with the switch, feelin' innovative (I'm a nigga, what you tell 'em like?)
I can't be faded (I can't, 'cause I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' streets, ayy)
Bitch on my hip got switched, just got off papers (Hey, hey)
We just here to get money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich, for real)
Money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
We just here to get money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
Money (Rich), money (Rich), money (Rich)
We just here to get rich
