Who's Gonna Ride Lyrics - Christina Milian

Christina Milian, Cool & Dre 

Three 6 Mafia, is going down? 

Yeah, yeah [Incomprehensible] 

I ain't the one to cuss but fuck ya 

Way before you went and copped that truck, I still loved you 

When your ass got laid off work, I was there for ya 

I should've listened to my ladies, when they told me 

"Girl, he ain't nothing but a" 

You ain't nothing but, a busta 

Still I find it so hard to believe, that I touched ya 

You should've spent more time doing me, but I loved ya 

Tell me was it worth sleepin' 'round with them girls 

What you supposed to be? Exactly, you's a be, biatch 

Actin' portrayin' be something you wanted to be ya whole life, but please 

Be easy 'cause it's plain to see 

Like them haters and divas that can't add up to me, boy 

So, let me set the scene, boy 

Pan right, take a look at me, boy 

Damn right, hope you like what you see, boy 

Don't let the door hit you on yo ass when you leave, boy 

Tell me who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Now that I'm gone 

Tell me who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Now that I'm gone 

All you triflin', skeeza's, you know who you are 

On the road to riches, couple superstars 

Every hotel you visit, come out lookin' scarred 

Look there goes another ho, seen her in a video 

Pages in a magazine, oh, oh 

She swear she look as bad as me, no, no 

Until this day still can't believe, no, no 

But I guess that's where you wanna be 

Go 'head that's alright with me 

So, let me set the scene, boy 

Pan right, take a look at me, boy 

Damn right, hope you like what you see, boy 

Don't let the door hit you on yo ass when you leave, boy 

Tell me who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Now that I'm gone 

Tell me who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Now that I'm gone 

[Incomprehensible] 

Juicy J, I'm tryna sweat these women 

I'm layin' down this pimpin' 

If you don't want play her 

Give her up, I'm takin' 

I ain't with no fakin' 

These games I don't be playin' 

I got twelve inches long 

As ding dong, I'm layin' 

DJ Paul, this the truth, a hundred ten approval 

I ride for you, girl, just be there to pour my Ramen Noodles 

That's all I ask, Christina, I never been that greedy 

I come from the slums of the M, it don't take much to please me 

Tell me who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Now that I'm gone 

Tell me who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Who's gonna ride? 

Now that I'm gone