Ridin' with a Lam

Song

Ridin' with a Lam

dylan sousa · 4 plays

male vocals, rap, braggadocious, flexing money, rich lifestyle, aggressive, hip hop

Lyrics

Intro

Yeah-yeah, ayy (skrrt)

Uh, count it up, count it up (woo)

Ridin' light, feelin' right

Verse

Pull up, doors lift, it's a statement, open sky (skrrt)

Wallet thick like a textbook, I don't memorize (nah)

Brokeie on the corner watchin' how I multiply (watch)

I deposit summers in my winter, compound every night (ayy)

Paper talk, it's fluent — fluent in ten-figure slang

I speak in commas, household names in my bank

Got a Lam by the curb, green leather, mean curve (vroom)

When I step on the scene, they rewind what they heard (rewind)

My necklace hang like a trophy, ice with a glare (ice)

Bought my ex a new chapter, left her in the chair (bye)

Checks clear like daylight, no layaway, no wait (nope)

I pop a champagne laugh, make the small talk ache (ha)

Brokeie got opinions, but I'm a walking estate (estate)

I rent the weekend, buy the weekday, shift the fate (shift)

Stacks in a duffel, stacks in a case, stacks on the dash (dash)

I move like a headline, they just read the flash (read it)

Chorus

Ridin' with a Lam, racks in my lap, racks in my lap (racks)

Ridin' with a Lam, racks in my lap, racks in my lap (racks)

Ridin' with a Lam, racks in my lap, racks in my lap (racks)

Ridin' with a Lam, racks in my lap, racks in my lap (racks)

Verse

City stop, I make the lane private, close the blinds (close)

Phone buzz like extras when the contract signs (cha-ching)

They wonder how I buy time — I bought the times (times)

I trade futures like I'm dealing in suns and moons and dimes (dimes)

Brokeie still late, they on the clock I bought (bought)

I own the whole block when I park the car, it's not a lot (not)

But I spin a globe and pick a skyline like it's on my phone (pick)

Fly the fam first-class, tell the pilot set the tone (set it)

My grill like a signal, flashing for the next move (flash)

I write the rules then sign 'em, guess who's got the pen to prove (uh-huh)

Make a hundred from a handshake, ease the math like it's art (art)

Spend a hundred on a habit and call it modern heart (woo)

Brokeie preach thrift like it's therapy, I buy the cure (buy it)

I don't play like I pay — I pay like I play, that's pure (pure)

Roll up, doors whisper riches, it's a hush, not loud (shh)

I walk through the crowd and every cloudy thought turns proud (yeah)

Chorus

Ridin' with a Lam, racks in my lap, racks in my lap (racks)

Ridin' with a Lam, racks in my lap, racks in my lap (racks)

Ridin' with a Lam, racks in my lap, racks in my lap (racks)

Ridin' with a Lam, racks in my lap, racks in my lap (racks)

Bridge

They say money change people — nah, money change lanes (change)

I keep my circle small, bigger moves, smaller chains (small)

If you broke with me, I'll show you the receipt for a dream (receipt)

But I ain't handing out invites — it's an exclusive team (team)

Chorus

Ridin' with a Lam, racks in my lap, racks in my lap (racks)

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