[Verse 1: Fendi P]
Cherry-red Carrera, chase dinero every second
Tommy Buns runnin' Red lights in the Intrepid
Big Daddy, cocaine, still ain't no half steppin'
Still two guns, shoot first, no second guessin'
A.I. With the left, Georgetown colored questions
'Fore the preacher man could bless me, I was checkin' the collections
Usher passing out the plates, I was passin' out the testers
Smart enough to play dumb, still could teach 'em all a lesson
Professor, professional, diamond band dial
Not spiritual, but lyrical, they askin' me to dumb it down
Runnin' up some money now, right price they gone walk 'em down
In this shit I'm like a faithful n***a, I ain't fuckin 'round
ProTools, how I smoke fools , like Andretti pounds
Pen like a extended clip, duck you hear that blucka sound
Engine in my cutlass growl, I still got that hunger in me
Gucci on my bucket hat, Fendi still be lame switchin'
Money I be talkin', money on my line callin'
I was doin' this so often, I just got so used to ballin'
I was lit 'fore you was sparkin', endin' shit, ain't startin'
Put these on the Forgies, man I do this shit regardless
Paper touchin', no discussion, fuck a budget
My AK was Russian, chop a nogga down like lumber
Roll a blunt up, make it double, you gon' come up
I beat the sun up, my Carrera for the summer
[Chorus: Fendi P]
I beat the sun up, my Carrera for the summer
Put these on the Forgies, man I do this shit regardless
I beat the sun up, my Carrera for the summer
Put these on the Forgies, man I do this shit regardless

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Butterflies on the flowers, yo' budget in my pocket
Blow that on Hellcat Dodges, give 'em out to my patnas
Jet Life the ones they watchin', they deny, but it's obvious
Step back and think about it, where would they be without us
Inspired by streetwear designers
Some of your favourite rhymers, but we just chill and don't be talkin' 'bout it
Well, not often, and that’the problem
So humble that them fools don't think we really got it, time to stop it
Two arms, four watches, drop-tops come out with every project
C8, Z06, I numbers, and my alphabets
L-O-X, Money, Power and Respect
Through the vintage tape deck, 400 GS

[Chorus: Fendi P]
I beat the sun up, my Carrera for the summer
Put these on the Forgies, man I do this shit regardless
I beat the sun up, my Carrera for the summer
Put these on the Forgies, man I do this shit regardless