Ride Wit Me


Tom: G
Album: Country Grammer

Okay, I did a previous tab on this 
song, and someone told me it sounded
wrong, which I agree it did. So I 
fixed it, and it sounds a lot better
this time. For your convenience, I 
got lyrics from *.
And for legal purposes, this tab is 
my own work.

This song is really easy to learn, 
because it's the same riff the whole
song. The guitar part of this on a 
classical guitar (I think.) I think
I clocked the song at 100 on a 
metronome if that helps, but all you
really have to do is listen to the 
song. You can also play 16th note
palm mutes to imitate the beat if 
you want to.

Intro, Verse, Chorus (Everything 
D=strum down U=strum up

D U D U D U D D U 




Where they at (x8)

If you wanna go and take a ride wit 
We three wheelin in the four with 
the gold cv's
Oh why do I look this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke an L in the back with the Benz
Oh why do I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

In the club on the late night, feel 
ya right
Lookin, tryin ta spot some real nice
Lookin for a little shorty I noticed
 so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit a attitude or
 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
But as long as you a thicky thicky 
thick then girl you know its on
(you know its on)
I peep summin comin towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow (hey) and sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video Somewhere that we could go How could I tell her no? Her measurements were 36-25-34 I like the way you brush your hair And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you boo from way over there Chorus Face a body front that, don't know how to act Without my vouchers all the hoochies bringing nothin back You should feel the impact, shop over plas when the skies the limit And them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas that, four guy sig pley Was there any paint change, every time I switch lane It feel strange now Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my momma put the pimpin on name now Damn shit to change now Running credit checks with no shame now I feel a thang now (come on) I can't complain (no more) Shit I'm the man, now In and out my own town (I'm gettin) Niggas out in New Jersey, from Twenty-B Tellin me about a party up in NYC And can I make it? Damn Right I be on the next flight Man can, first class sittin next to Vanna White Chorus (x2) (check, check) Yo, I know somethin you don't know And I got somethin to tell ya You won't believe how many people, straight down at the floor 'fore said that I was a failure Is now the same motherfuckers that's be needin dough And I'm yellin I can't help ya Hell no, (whatchu care?) you for real? Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy And I fly high Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by Hey yo, its all good Range Rover all would Do me like you should Fuck me good, suck me good We be them stuck niggas Wishin you was niggas Poppin like we drug dealers Simply cause she bug mackin Honey in the club, me in the benz I see cute tellin me to leave wit you and your friends So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the chris Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist Wanna fuck fly bitches When I walk pay attention See the ice and the glist Niggas starin on the glist Honeys lookin on they wish Come on boo, gimme kiss Chorus (x2) Hey, must be the money Hey, must be the money Hey, must be the money Hey, must be the money Chorus
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