Ambitions As A Ridah Freestyle lyrics - Tory Lanez

Yeah, yeah

Keep talkin', females, keep talkin' me

I just keep a bitch cut, meat market, please

Say freeze like fuck it, I'm defrostin', pap

I gets green like Jack and the Beanstalk

And I do them hoes stone cold, Steve Austin

You ain't talkin' 'bout money, then you bluff or cheap talkin'

My team often tell me that we flossin'

Off in G4s, just, yeah, send reinforcements

Got crazy divas in my ish

And my car strapped like it's baby seaters in the whip

I don't play nowadays, bitches treatin' for a trick

Keep it money over bitches, won't repeat it for a chick

Yes, fresh all-white Adidas in the whip

And if you're talkin' 'bout weed then Orangina is my shit

A couple grand for a feature is a bitch

I'd hate to be you but you would love to be this

Peep this G shit, T Lanez, G shit

I bring the wave to them haters, make them haters seasick

All the diamonds legit, all vagina we pick

With your girl in my livin' room playin' WiiFit

Get popped like three zits then shot like three flicks

And my kicks Asian like Kimora Lee's tits, yeah

Tell the waiter she can order me this

We's rich, we don't even act accordingly

It's the Mr. Nigga-Pick-Out-Your-Arteries, bitch

I wish a nigga would try to slaughter me

Follow me, Twitter bitch

If you ain't got it, girl, get it, bitch

Make the bitch make you rich, sorta like that player shit

'Cause nowadays women only wanna play a pimp

They get the major, get paper, then play the pimp

That's why fly by, I be like, "Fuck a bitch"

After I fuck the bitch, I be like, "Fuck the bitch"

I run game, no cutter glitch, somethin' rich

Not tryna fuck, I'm tryna get head from your chick

And real talkin', I don't do it for the people

Fly through it I'm Knievel, Swine Flu, you need a needle

Car doors writin' suicide letters to the people

I ain't cool wit' the eagle, my juice call me beetle

Uh, beat it like I beat the pussy

Here's the heater, nigga, eat it like you eat the pussy

And y'all yappin', y'all never brought a heater to me

So long nappin' if they never brought the sleeper to me

They like, "Aw man, Tory Lanez be that Tarzan"

Pay him four grand, leave him laid up in a far land

Tory garage like a farm, baby, all Lambs

With no mirage, all menage, baby, all them

With no Nicki, nigga, bitches rollin' with me

So much grands in my pants that my pants can't fit me

So dance with me, I'm the black Lance Ricky

'Cause I'm somewhere out in Houston, I ain't talkin' 'bout Whitney

I jam swiftly, baddest bitches can't get me

Now these hoes payin' me to even let them stand with me

Damn it pans out, like highlighters I stand out

Boom, like retirement homes, I bring them grams out

And this is just a verse of what the man's 'bout

So keep talkin', boy the whole shit's planned out

Yup, I ride on 'em like a G2

Plus, I'm the smellin' like the shit, baby P.U

I'm on my P.Q.s, karats look pre-juiced

Grab your chick, yeah, and do the grown shit we do

Yeah, see I'm up ready from the zone, bitch

So, pay me and get murdered on yo' own shit, nigga

Got your bitch in my knapsack