[Verse 1: Richie Rich]
The sun came up, the top came down
Just another day in the hood, same sound
Duals crackin', unh, beat knocking
Zapco clipping, yeah, she jockin'
Stopped to get a bottle of Boone's and slow burners
The sun out, should've brought the gun out
But fuck it, I'm finna pull up on my n***a June
And blow this batter and listen to this 'Coming Soon'
Blew through the light, damn near hit a cable car
Word on the street, Larry got the stable bars
Let's get 'em up, the people's choice with the people's voice
Bitches we knock 'em in old schools, we don't need a Royce
We was overdue but never overdone
And this one's for my n***as on lock and on the run
We still at it, marijuana and mathematics
And butter flows, you know how this shit goes, ugh

[Interlude: Larry June]
Hopping out that shit, yahmean
Ery'thing him too
Just got back from Aspen
Heated driveways and shit
Sumn' slight
Numbers, mayne
And bitch, don't check me, mayne, check that engine light
[Verse 2: Larry June]
I hop in the Nash', then I plug in my phone
Light up a chop, make sure my lights is on
My forty is loaded, my ice is on
My watch is rose, I knocked the hoe
Then I slid to the Rich, had to make me a play
She met me outside of Metro, a quarter to eight
A bulletproof vest couldn't stop that K
So quit worrying 'bout the bitch, she gon' fuck anyway
Back to the city where I'm joogin' for real
Mack when I talk, 'cause I live it for real
Creepin' at a real low speed
The sight on the top of this wop look mean
It match my hoodie, it match my jeans
It match the watch, it match the P
My tank on E, so I made that left
I'm a Frisco n***a with a pocket fulla check, was happen'

[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Gas prices high, so am I
Too rich to cry about it, so I slide
It ain't hard to tell if I'm outside
Double-S Chevy, all my jewelry heavy
She with me because she stay ready
We ain't gotta talk about it
Tangle up that sucka up, then we run his pockets
Meet me back at the spot, we could talk about it
I parked the Corvettes behind the cottage
Collecting vintage Camaros, minimum mileage
One of the coldest in it, if we being honest
Stay stylin', no stylist, admired by major designers
I inspire 'em, they send me rare pieces
And I push the line for them
Continue bringing mo' dollar signs in
Adding up, racking up more accomplishments, the bombest shit!