Throw ya hands up (Ella se luce pa que la vea) (Se menea se menea) (Bailando te rodea) Do you really wanna ride? You know she'll get it, get it Do you really wanna ride? Any way you feel it, feel it Do you really wanna ride? Let's ride

I wanna take a little ride with you Well I'm just ready to ride this Chevy, Ride this Chevy down a little backroad Slide your pretty little self on over Put your pretty pink toes on the dash Lean your seat back Man I swear there ain't nothing looks

You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like It's a, it’s a vibe All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now

Do you wanna wanna, do you wanna wanna go? Pedal on the floorboard, lay a little bit of rubber down this road Bass bumpin' on the car door Got a blue sky, got a fast ride, got all the time in the world so come on little girl Whoa, all we gotta do is

N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that) I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that) Why the fuck not? Ma'am where inside the house are you cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma

I just wanna be your favorite You should already know You know that you need a rider You know that you need a rider, babe You know that you need a rider, babe, ah yeah Won't you let me be your favorite? (You know that you need a rider, rider, rider,

I can't live it down I've been called a rambler 'Cause I keep my eyes on that horizon line And I've been called a gambler 'Cause I always wanna let my winnings ride I've been broke more times than I can count I've been stuck for days in a lonely town

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Who taught you that, huh? Dolla boy, who taught you how to ball? Dolla, I wanna ménage à trois Dolla you so damn handsome Huh? Who taught you that? Huh? Who told you how to buckle up when you ride it? Like six flags in the bed, body rollercoast Who told

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about