[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
We surfin' through the crowd (DJ Kid on the track)
Tryna pull somethin' out
Talkin' shit, pullin' figures out (DJ Kid, this a hit for sure)
They tryna stop me, but I reroute
Seen the light, now I got the glow
The game in my hand, I wouldn't choke
Always said I wanted more (Yeah, ayy)

[Verse 1: Clyde Carson]
This look like something on my list
Twenty-two floors, but I'm up at the pent'
Twenty on the watch, but that's lil' shit
Maybe she could possibly get the hint now
Put it down
Might just have you through the town
Might just have you on a flight
Treasure chest, pullin' out
Couple of pieces, telekinesis
We on the same page, got the same aim
Where the bad bitches? Where the get-money hoes runnin' around with some change?
2020, it's a new year, she ready for more
They pullin' them bands out, got my hands out 'cause somebody owe
Pull up in the S, your n***a the best, she had to confess
Tryna progress, best revenge is success
[Chorus: Clyde Carson & Philthy Rich]
We surfin' through the crowd
Tryna pull somethin' out
Talkin' shit, pullin' figures out
They tryna stop me, but I reroute
Seen the light, now I got the glow
The game in my hand, I wouldn't choke
Always said I wanted more (Ayy, it's Philthy, n***a, uh-huh, look)

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Which car should I drive today, that Lambo or that Bentley truck? (Foreign)
That's five hundred thou' large, tell that broke n***a get his pennies up (Broke n***a)
These n***as ain't good in they hood, so I just stay in mine (Seminary)
These Jordans exclusive, ain't came out, better stay in line (It's Philthy)
Ain't no n***as outshining me but Wop and Floyd (Uh-uh)
N***as better go back to his day job and mob them floors (He better)
VVS's in my mouth, yeah, I flooded out my gold tooth (Bustdown)
Each of 'em got a different color, that's white, yellow, and rose too (It's Philthy)
I know a n***a who robbed a n***a and he got robbed like the next day (Is that right?)
Them P's sittin' in first class, they'll arrive to you like the next day (KillZone)
In '08, on gang wars, n***a play with me, it'll be a gang war (I swear to God)
Ain't shit changed but these big faces, I'm the same rich and the same poor, it's Philthy

[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
We surfin' through the crowd
Tryna pull somethin' out
Talkin' shit, pullin' figures out
They tryna stop me, but I reroute
Seen the light, now I got the glow
The game in my hand, I wouldn't choke
Always said I wanted more