[Verse 1: Pusha T]
I’m only in the company of kings
I made a power move and it’s everything it seems
Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dreams
Standing on the shoulders of twenty-thousand fiends
Every time a n***a wanna try and turn a profit
Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it
F-B-I-R-S, D-E-A
One letter short but still motherfuck the DA
We play by the rules as they try to crack the code
Combination locks to the kilo’s that I hold
Leopard print Louboutins prowling the concrete
Rollerballs come alive just like Jumanji
You know where to find me
Greenhouse a circle of top whores
Mandarin, Gansevoort, any them top floors
35 large, took it right out the top drawer
Still got a throwaway phone in my sock drawer

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches
The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
A n***a wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
Watch that n***a disappear; hocus pocus
Ring, ring, a n***a won't sing
Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
Ring, ring a n***a won't sing
'Less he is an insomniac, he'll die in a dream
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus
Never bothered me, strong arm robbery
I went from powdered jelly donuts to taking them Os
From my high school sweetheart to fucking with hoes
Look, I’m all grown up and I done blown up
N***a, ain't much changed; in fact, things are the same
I’m the definition of shooter, gun of choice, the Ruger
You’ll take my word for it or make me do it to ya
I’m a magnet to murder, when I’m in the mood
Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes
I’m bad news, you n***as know the verdict, I’m filthy
Drop Phantom is milky, white on white
24 inch blades, I'm skatin'
Red eyes, smoking that bomb shit, I'm Satan
N***a, surprise, 50 back on fire
50 back running round this bitch strapped, hitman for hire

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches
The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
A n***a wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
Watch that n***a disappear; hocus pocus
Ring, ring, a n***a won't sing
Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
Ring, ring a n***a won't sing
'less he is an insomniac he'll die in a dream, ugh!
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
I sit with the liars, duck tape and tiers
Been lost their soul, they just waiting on the fire
Innocent faces with a shitload of priors
Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGyvers
Deep-sea dive for the fishscale
Tryna find a better price? Man, that ship sailed
Take a breath and head back if that shit failed
Drop weight like an anchor; then, you set sail
Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over
Engine devil-scream when I turn the key over
Pirellis on the street rolling like a steamroller
Bitches double-team when I have my sleepovers
Yuugh! Re-Up Gang with the G-Unit
This is tailor-made, drug dealer theme music
Test it on your tongue or either watch a fiend do it
I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches
The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
A n***a wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
Watch that n***a disappear; hocus pocus
Ring, ring, a n***a won't sing
Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
Ring, ring a n***a won't sing
'Less he is an insomniac he'll die in a dream