Shinobi (slowed + reverb)

Let the money ride, let the paper ride, let the money grow

Got four big bands on thirty-five, hit twice in a row

Pull up to the door late night and they ask for the code

Tell 'em click five eight five on the pad, good to go

Die for the money, I would go

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I would die for the money, I would die for the money

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Ride for my real ones, die for the real ones

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I would die for the money, I would die for the money

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Ride for my real ones, die for the real ones

Look, I got four by four wheels grippin' till I go ghost

Neeko told me I got clones, that's a copy, 10-4

Still the only one throwin' dollars, throwin' pesos

Shinobi when I move through the shadows, ya'll do the most

Ninja star through the heart, don't get sliced

Day one's with me since fist fights

We got eyes, got insights

We ain't sign till the bag right

Only bad ones get the invite

Only real ones, all I need is some

Good pussy and a blunt

Only real ones, all I need is some

Good pussy and I

Let the money ride, let the paper ride, let the money grow

Got four big bands on thirty-five, hit twice in a row

Pull up to the door late night and they ask for the code

Tell 'em click five eight five on the pad, good to go

Die for the money, I would go

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I would die for the money, I would die for the money

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Ride for my real ones, die for the real ones

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I would die for the money, I would die for the money

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Ride for my real ones, die for the real

Pull up to the corner store quicker

Need 'em Backwoods, need the liquor

Grab her by the hips 'cause she thicker

Off the molly I'm a whole lot sicker

I'm a whole lot sicker

Eat it rare, that's a whole ass dinner

You know that I stay on my cold flex winter

You know that I came for like ten times winnings

You know nino days the beginning

If you see Suburbans, yeah, we in 'em

Burnin' rubbers, street's lethal

She earnin' money spread eagle

Damn, that ass should be illegal

If you see Suburbans, yeah, we in 'em

Money bets need a re-up still

All I'm seein' are D-cups, call

Security over to escort the pick up

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I would die for the money, I would die for the money

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Ride for my real ones, die for the real ones

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

I would die for the money, I would die for the money

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Ride for my real ones, die for the real

Ride for my real ones, die for the real ones