JT Music - Ride or Die

Let me ask one question, where the cash at?
I'm rolling with the bad cats, in the black hats
Basically a beast of burden, baggin' fat stacks
Empty out your bank account and wrap fast
I never had any problem resolved with words
Rather whip out a revolver first
Tell every woman to drop her purse
She's not gonna need it for knockin spurs
God, for what it's worth
I never gone to church
I never got to learn right or wrong
I'm a lot of work for the

Lawman - why would I run and hide
I'm the best lookin crook on any wanted sign
Not gonna haul me off and lock me up alive
We roll deep, and we're ride or die
Ride or die, you can ride on by
Or the railroads where you're gonna lie, hogtied
I got the quickest draw to keep you all in line
No rush for gold cuz I got my pockets lined
I'm never settling down, I'm a traveling man
That's why I know these roads like the back of my hand
We keep chugging, stay on track
We've hoarded enough scores we could break our backs
Tell the undertaker to get the shop open
I rode into town with both my guns smoking
The barrels so hot the sand would feel colder
I got cobwebs on my revolver's holster

If they try to stop you, ride or die
We don't do it for the ladies
You're my ride or die
No it ain't about the money
Be my ride or die
I guess we're all a little crazy
We are ride or die
We only do it cuz we love it

Step into the wild west frontier
Where the tracks have been laid with plenty of sweat, blood, tears
Anyone looking for men who behave, ain't gonna get none here
Take a ticket for the pain train, cuz I'm the engineer
I'm off of the rails, so then I can just steer
Forget redemption I think revenge is my next carreer
Don't betray the gang, you'll get hung, clear?
I'm diggin' graves? You'll take the next one dear
I'll put you six feet deep under me
Nothing left of you, just tumbleweeds
Call my steed, kick it off, giddy up, got no time for fisticuffs
Take your hands stick 'em up, then your cash, give it up
I'm a stud who's just as hung as a huge horse
Make the ladies swoon as soon as I'm through the saloon doors
Abs like a washboard, who wants a few chores?
Leave your wife home, unless you want me to do yours
I'm an outlaw, are you proud pa?
Wanna go toe to toe in a showdown? Draw
You can bet when my Winchester sounds off
Even Butch Cassidy's bunch would up and bounce, Y'all
Covered in bulletholes - is how you'll be found
The smell of your blood is smothered by all the gunpowder around
You'll become another chump in one of my stories that I can tell
By the fireside at night, gather around
Hark the legend of the hardheaded, Arthur Morgan
Marston's taking notes, I was long before him
I'm a rolling stone, a lone-rangin' rockstar
But I'm not on my own , otherwise I wouldn't have got far
Doesn't mean I don't keep my cards close to my own chest
Trust is tough to be earned living in the wild west
Whoever's by your side, fight or flight
In the end, your only friend is you to ride or die

If they try to stop you, ride or die
We don't do it for the ladies
You're my ride or die
No it ain't about the money (Well sometimes it is)
Be my ride or die
I guess we're all a little crazy
We are ride or die
Only do it cuz we love it
Yeah, ride or die