Текст песни Bike Ride - BREEZEY

She say im not nice
Breaded but I eat rice
Evil thats my vice
Money on my mice

Money on my mind
But where can I find
The soul I dont mind
Dont run from the grind

But its a bike ride
I'm a make it ride
Ride it inside
Knife in his side

Growing is a spurt
Listen then convert
Ice cream I desert

On the Bike trail, but im running
Spending money, yes she's funding
I'm on third base, girl he's bunting
These feelings I gotta tell you something

Biking on the side of the highway LSD
Reforming your style dont try to be me
Took my charger pussy thinks shit is free
Running from expectations repeat after me

She say im not nice
Breaded but I eat rice
Evil thats my vice
Money on my mice

Money on my mind
But where can I find
The soul I dont mind
Dont run from the grind

I think i see
What it can be
Me and you
Walking down the street
No need to freak
I got money on my sheets

It got muddy
In the streets
We can't be beat

Walking ferragamo
On my feet