[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
I’m on the over-night, long flight, I’m bout that jet life
Hella ice, lookin' bright, beamin' like some headlights
Hit the switch and watch that bitch go front, back, left, right
Hydraulic, hopping, dropping, scraping up the tailpipe
Showroom floor condition with the racing track engine
Muscle car, transmission taking out the competition
Old school, antique, hear me beat from up the street
Two women at the same time tryna suck on me
Drivin' fast, looking at digital custom dash
Paint job drippin’ wet, looking like a piece of glass
Everything I envision, exactly how I'm livin'
Out the country shit, champagne pissin’
Bad bitches I be with, I fucked them hoes you couldn’t hit
Make em come and suck some dick, pop that pussy, do a split
Penthouse suite, from the bed you can see the beach
Chillin’ at the jet lounge, burnin’ one with Curren$y

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Uh, batteries in my trunk, my car swayin’ in em lanes
But the driver not drunk, he a rider momma
Jump in that Impala, let that color bar dazzle ya
Capture the baddest passengers
Tryna sneak selfies of themselves in the Chevy
With the Captain Andretti on the wheels, and he will stay ready
To hit the switch concrete meet the metal, full tail sparks
Like my lighter do, and I been doin’ this since bicycles
I had the Stingray Schwinn with the eight-ball caps on my valve stems, that’s him
Back when n***as thought I wouldn’t do it
Then I had to show em, I move em with hydraulic fluid
And I really own em, I ain’t lyin’ in my music
Just relying on my crew to keep an eye out for looters
Keep an eye out for shooters
Keep an eye out for losers