James Harden

[Intro: Chuck Inglish] Yo what up, it's Chuck Inglish, you are now in the mix ILLROOTS Radio Three.5. live with OG Chase B [Hook x2] Riding through the city man I'm H-Town mobbin' Coming down on them thangs' swangin' bows James Harden Riding through the city man I'm H-Town mobbin' Coming down on them swangin'-swangin' bows James Harden (ILLAMERICA baby!) [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] (Lean, lean, lean, lean) Run for the money girl you cut too close so cold And the D' pulled up in a 4' My co-worker told me got a 50 for the O' Old boy had to take the Tennessee for the low Yeah, yeah wait, wait bitch don't tell me Your first name Jamie, your best friend Tammy Had them ass up in the hall like Tammity How many hoes can I blow, Yosemite Boom boom bitch get the fuck out my way You can hear the trunk before I pull up all day, feels great I can't be the nigga in the kk Money from the rip save money til' the grave Tell the nigga that seeks some moon beast Put a tiger in a cage By the swimming pool, shawty she said she wanna' hit a rave Pop a molly, bout' to have an out-of-body experience Nigga serious told her to meet me in the lobby We in the hotel bathroom smoking OG kush she got me open Hope I make it back to Houston whip this hooptie rusted-broken Me being broke, that's a broken promise Made a promise to myself gotta' keep it honest Coming out of Dreams, nigga fuck a King of Diamonds We in H-Town sippin', police behind us [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Killa Kyleon] White cup full of screw juice, po'd up I'm on a fresh set of 4's when I roll up Candy paint, drop top, let it fold up Hit the block on the box, yellin' "Hold up!" Money on my [?] fitted Fresh [?] go get it Diamonds in my mouth, jelly got me so chilly Gettin' TLC, pop bands like willies No bike life, tryna counter Meek Milly H-Town nigga but I'm flyin' to the Philly Racks in my Trues, Ben Franks is my billies Country ass nigga but my name not Willy Cup stay [?] cause I popped the seal Paint so wet like I copped a seal Ridin' on glass box, watch the wheels Time, money, so a nigga can't stop to chill Cause I can't, headed to the bank Supremes on my pedal, 93 in my tank Sip 'till I faint, ball like a Saint Broke N-O, real nigga, my reign Waka Flocka Flames' all a young nigga spit IPhone notes got a young nigga rich Talk that pimp but knock a dumb nigga's bitch Throwin' up money, got them dumb niggas sick [Hook x2]