On “Helluva Ride,” she brazenly brags about the money she’s making, “I’m the yellow skin Jamaican, bringing home the bacon / Sitting on the million that I made inside my basement.” True to the lyrics, at times she taps her Jamaican roots and affects a rude gyal patois. In typical Tasha form, she finds space amidst the brags and day-one shoutouts to decry the fakes (while also giving a disclaimer that anything said out of turn should be blamed squarely on her Pisces nature
♓️).Produced by Bass and Bakery – Tasha + Danny Thrax www.instagram.com/dannythrax
Artwork by Pea the Feary: www.instagram.com/peathefeary
LYRICS:
Woah this a helluva ride
Woah this a helluva ride
Spend the whole cheque in one night
Then I’m gone on the next flight
Woah this a helluva ride
Woah this a helluva ride
Watch me spend the cheque in one night
Then I’m gone on the next flight
Money got me strange, doing things I never could
Vices got me saying all these things I never should
Pull up in the Range so they know its my hood
Somethings never change, I still wish a nigga would
I’m that yellow-skin Jamaican, bringing home the bacon
Sitting on a million that I made inside my basement
I don’t run with wastemans, smile-in-my-face mans
If you think my kindness weakness, nigga you’re mistaken
Like yay, she’s back in town, she’s back in town
We celebrate, we blacking out, we blacking out
You used to hate, said “pack it down, go pack it down”
Then I got paid, whose laughing now, look whose laughing now
Woah this a helluva ride
Woah this a helluva ride
Spend the whole cheque in one night
Then I’m gone on the next flight
Woah this a helluva ride
Woah this a helluva ride
Watch me spend the cheque in one night
Then I’m gone on the next flight
This a helluva night, at a helluva dive
Spill a drink on some hundreds, now they smell like a five
Swing low my chariot, come step inside
I ride for my niggas forever, dead or alive
My gold tooth is your whole pay slip
Your vacation’s just my day trip
Damn, your face look so vexacious
I don’t give fucks and you can’t say shit
Blow the whole cheque I ain’t got no scruples
Cross the border make a quarter million moves, hoe
Leave a couple fakes facedown in some noodles
Then call up Papi bring him something for his pupils
Oooh and then we fuck until the bed is breaking
Oooh and then we fuck until the legs is shaking
Oooh I know you love me, you don’t need to say it
Oooh and in the morn I’m gone up in my spaceship
Woah this a helluva ride
Woah this a helluva ride
Spend the whole cheque in one night
Then I’m gone on the next flight
Woah this a helluva ride
Woah this a helluva ride
Watch me spend the cheque in one night
Then I’m gone on the next flight
It’s a helluva a ride, a helluva ride, it’s a helluva ride, ride
It’s a helluva a ride, a helluva ride, it’s a helluva ride
Mi step out everywhere cu’ mi money new dem
Every city fuckin love mi, dat gully yoot friend
When I touch the globe, turn my money to yen
When I touch home, enemies act like friends
Mi step out everywhere cu’ mi money new dem
Every city fuckin love mi, dat gully yoot friend
When I touch the globe, turn my money to yen
When I touch home, enemies act like friends
It’s a helluva a ride
It’s a helluva a ride
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