Ghetto Queen - Rich Boy, Lloyd, Trae Tha Truth

So want you ride with me, my ghetto queen

you’re all that I need

Cause she my ghetto queen, I give her what she need

money ain’t a thing, she stay down like a G*Repeat 2x*

(Chorus — Lloyd)

Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil’lady I know

don’t wanna ever let you go — cause oh everytime I call you be there for me baby girl I love you by my side

so anything you need, that means you got me so just my ghetto queen gon’take that ride

Look here lil’momma I’m gangsta

prolly nothin like you done delt with on the day to day

some say that I’m a star, but in the hood I’m better known as Trae

I’m from around the way — where not too many make it out

and even if I did it’s in my blood I’ll never take it out

you say you got a man but I ain’t tryna take his spot

I’m tryna be ya partna while I’m late night flippin on the block

so we can post up on this glass, tippin the Chevrolet

and get it, how we get it, then I’m gettin right back out ya way

I’m in my zone so all that drama you can leave at home

ya man can lock you down, but me ain’t nothin — rollin stone

and if you wanna chill tell his ass to leave you alone

cause if he run up on me, I’m a run my fist upside his dome

understand when I say I’m grown, and on that other shit

I’m tryna make a team but I ain’t feelin all that lover shit

I’m tryna hit the lights and take it to you on that rubber shit

and keep it G, and leave it on that undercover shit

(Chorus — Lloyd)

Ay lay back with me, feel free lil’momma

we can go the Bahamas in the summer

lookin for the fat (??), fuck the dumb hoes

and know that you’ll ride with me baby fuck the po — po’s

no pressure I ain’t gotta test ya I can leave you in my house with a hundred thousand on the dresser

me and you — my beautiful bitch, so glamorous

so bad niggas pullin out they cameras

together baby the world can’t handle us hoes can’t compete, no challengers

summer time, we float on the boat

while I sip a lil’lean, and you puff a lil’smoke

I’m married to my money, but you could be my honey

the groupie bitches dump me — but I know that you love me so on that note you can take this

me and you be shinin harder then them diamonds on my wrist, M.O.B!

(Chorus — Lloyd)

We can ride in my drop and spend some money on some Fendi

you never ask what type of gold diggers try to get me them hoes are silly, but I pass 'em in the Hemi

if a mothafucker touch you — I’m a hit 'em with that semi

you down like my nigga, so you know I got yo’back

anybody put they hands on you, I’m a lay 'em flat

so spread ya wings baby come on let’s fly

I’m down with my lady till the day that I die

Say lil’momma what you waitin on — actin like you don’t know no better

you say you tired of that shit, then roll with me and it’s whatever

when in the presence of a gangsta don’t worry I got ya and fuck the stress, give me a sec — I’m a get that up out ya so get ya spot I’m on the grind right now

I’m prolly less then two seconds away from shine right now

you can post up and be the bitch I’m tryna find right now

and if you can’t see that I’m tha truth baby you blind right now, Yeah

(Chorus Till End)