From Mardi Gras She took me for a ride, hit a new high Throwing confetti in her green eyes Trying like hell to hold the bell of a ball She pulled me in a world of wonder It's a charade trying to love her It's like trying to save a soul from Mardi Gras

It's a hell of a life You look like you'd be heaven for a night (for the night) Make me wanna die (it's a hell of a—) You look like money, money, dollar signs My ticket to the ride (it's a hell of a life) It's a hell of a life (ayy, yo, ayy, yo, ayy, yo)

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog Nah, for real, nigga Nah, for real, bitch I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dog I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dog Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dog If you froze up last

'Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time Ba-ba-ba-da-ba Oh, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die 'Cause I got me for life Oh I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba

Or nah, or nah Can you really take dick or nah? Can I bring another bitch or nah? Is you with the shits or nah? Would you ride for a nigga or nah? Would you die for a nigga or nah? You gonna run it for these hunnids girl or nah? Show me is you really

Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what Thick like blood, where's my dogs Uh, there's my dogs Dog nigga what? On 'til it's up Where's my dog? Gotta have that Now who I am is who I'll be until I die

Can you really take dick or nah? Can I bring another bitch or nah? Is you with this shits or nah? Would you ride for a nigga or nah? Would you die for a nigga or nah? Would you lie to a nigga or nah? Oh nahhhh oh nahhhh Gonna make that ass clap

I put that on everything Its money over everything She held it down when I was down That's why I still fuck with you I was in love with you You was my ride or die bitch Baby wassup with you I could’ve been doing my thing from the jump Fuck it it’s money

Flash before my eyes Now it's time to die Burning in my brain I can feel the flames Someone help me Oh please God help me They are trying to take it all away I don't want to die Guilty as charged

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it