Riverdale Rd Lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yeaaaah, turn that maafaka up NOLAN. Woah, know what I'm saying, I wanna feel like I was in some muthafakin' danger. I got my mothafuckin' pistol in my pocket, ya dig? Yeah, in the booth, on some 5540 old national shit, you know what it is, nigga. We in the back, nigga, way in the back, nigga, serving sacks, nigga and serving Act. Mane, c'mon with the Kap, bruh. AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! 

Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there 

I was the same ol' nigga 

Yeah that trap had raised a nigga 

How could you blame a nigga? 

Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas 

Came on the set with hundreds to bet 

But I still changed you niggas, yeah 

My first foreign car, it was a Bimmer 

My second foreign car, it was a Bimmer 

My third foreign car, it was a Porsche 

My fourth foreign car you can't afford 

My pocket pregnant, don't want no abortion 

My draws got them horses, my car got them horses 

Rocking some Pradas like they was Air Forces 

We had no choices 

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Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there 

I was the same ol' nigga 

Yeah that trap had raised a nigga 

How could you blame a nigga? 

Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas 

Came on the set with hundreds to bet 

But I still changed you niggas, yeah 

You wasn't there when mama was struggling 

You wasn't there when mama was fussing 

Told 'em ketchup, you too far in the mustard 

I had a Chevelle and wanted a Cutlass 

I went to work and I made an abundance 

Gucci flip flops with the corns and bunions 

Counting blue hundreds and smoking an onion 

And she got an onion and I wanna rub it 

We hanging off the Nat, see that's where my office at 

We dressed all in black 

We got 'em calling back, just went to the mall and back 

When you was the quarterback, I had the quarter sacks 

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Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale 

Riverdale Rd., nigga 

He was there, he was there, you weren't there 

He was there, she was there 

Riverdale Rd., nigga 

Abracadabra, I turned myself into a millionaire 

I wore some Gucci to your mama house just to leave it there 

Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there 

I was the same ol' nigga 

Yeah that trap had raised a nigga 

How could you blame a nigga? 

Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas 

Came on the set with hundreds to bet 

But I still changed you niggas, yeah 

I know something you don't know 

I'm gonna get some bands, yeah 

I know something you don't know, yeah 

I'm gonna get some bands 

Okay, from grams to Grammys 

Okay, from fans to family 

I went from trips we tryna plan 

To cribs in South Miami 

They got my vision fancy 

My tigger finger antsy 

I told the bitch she got to sit down 

Just to understand me 

They asking, "What's the plan, B?" 

I don't have a Plan B 

I told 'em this shit got to work 

It's just like candy to me 

I mean it's hard but it's sweet 

I'm Drench God in the streets 

I break the law in the sheets 

I make her cum on repeat 

I know something you don't know 

I'm gonna get some bands, oh yeah 

I know something you don't know, yeah 

I'm gonna get some bands 

Riverdale, Riverdale!