[Chorus: Nate Rose]
I go over anything like ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss, but they can't
But they motherfuckin' can't
[Verse 1: Nate Rose]
Yeah, I go over anything like ranch
Headed to my old hoes, bon voyage like I'm in France
Now I eat Hors d'oeuvres and get em' served at my events
Fuck up out my face, please and thank you in advance
I'm like aye, yeah you know the game
Ice all in my veins, bitch ain't nothing changed
I got money in the bank in a Roth IRA
With the drinks on my tab and a bitch on my lap
And oh yeah
[Chorus: Nate Rose]
I go over anything like ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss, but they can't
But they motherfuckin' can't
[Verse 2: Ollie Joseph]
I go over everything like ranch, goin' up across the map
Heating up like climate change, hoe don't touch the thermostat
Hibachi volcano, light it up, my circle stacked
Young boss been about the cash, Mr. Krabs
I heard that my ex mad
She rode by the crib and saw I turned it to a sex shack
Bent back, face down, pop it for the realest in the game
Over everything like ranch, in the kitchen's where I stay with the sauce
[Chorus: Nate Rose]
I go over anything like ranch... facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch... yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss, but they can't
But they motherfuckin' can't
[Verse 3: HUSH]
I go over anything like ranch
Finger licking good got her thumbing through her band
10757 where I fucking stand
Find me in the back banging drums with my hands
Yeah they call me Ringo, baby I'm a star
Glowing in the dark, big brand like I'm stark
By now you gotta know, who the fuck we are
Hush house stummin' through, tap dancing on these bars, yeah
[Chorus: Nate Rose]
I go over anything like ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss, but they can't
But they motherfuckin' can't
I go over anything like ranch, facts
Think I want a yacht and a ranch, yes
Hit the boulevard and hit my dance
Everybody wanna be a boss, but they can't
But they motherfuckin' can't