[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
[?] cup I hold
Yeah the ladies love the way [?]
And my wrist playa shit, playa what's cold
And it ain't one sided, so it's juxtaposed
You can't relax now, it's only me, Puff and Hov
While you're digging in your pockets with nothing to fold
See you way out of your range when your truck is a Roles
[?] tryna explain [?]
[?] with the mind of a [?]
N***a flow around the world yo
[?] heavyweighters, to all the crack strippers
The gat grippers, with aditude like backflippers
They ride for a package of white the size of Gismo
Gremlin sized n***as think they Lu Farigno
Mile high, fuck you talk about an intro
[?] nobody squints no
The 100 EX, dashboard [?]
[?] hardtop, you be calling defect
Actually, it's a natchural way for [?]
450 K [?] fucking planetariom
On wheels

[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
[?] streets
Alloued me to aford the finer things in life
[?]
[?]
[?] persue [?]
Now I'm chairman of the board [?]
Talk about the white and how I [?]
[?] music and movement [?]
[?] position which I'm in
[?]
[?]
Now my whole life [?]
[?]
[?] hushes the haters
Pop the bottles [?]
Top the models