[Chorus - Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nausious

Float around in the greatest of Porsches
Feel like a chuck wagon cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine they be the click

So much ice in they Rollies, the %#@! don't tick man
Winter through the summer (whaaat) care less what it cost me
While I'm shovelin the snow man call me frosty lova


[Pusha T]
This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers

With big rims and low-pro tires
$#&@in' with college (*##$es with innocent looks like Mya
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars

I groom 'em well
Dior !@^%, Christian Lacroix
Keep guns stashed under the floor board

Enough to start world war
Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches
Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, %#@! 'bout long as Jesus

I still leave speech for Gospel, so match this
Pusha push Don P keys with these sounds of crackness
The black Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it

Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches
Money piles high as my nieces
Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of $$#

Rolex presidential, (*##$, feel the glass

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[AB Liva]
It's that luck that astounds

Life's a circus
I parade the sick through these clowns
The crown is vacant

I'm takin' the proper steps
I'm takin' them poppa steps
They prayin' for my downfall

Is it the bling, the king, conquistador
That my jeweler made the face blush on the Frank Mueller
The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin

Lookin' like arson when I park in the left, it's constant
Minute hand is like Parkinson's
You a fish for the sharks to swim

In that opaque linen with the R colored stitchin'
V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons
HRE's on it, Mommy see it glisten

When I make (Oliver Twist) like Dickens
It's feelin' like parts is missin'
Tops don't push soul

Got it drive it like pole positions 'til my soul's risen

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[Malice]
Welcome to the world of Rollies

VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece
Got me shinin'
First ^!$$% holla show me

Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly
Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me
You $#&@in' !@$)got

You need to raise your glass and toast me
^!$$%z can't figure the format for hustler criteria
Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia

Listen youngin', you've only just begun
You'll understand when you're older
Said father to the son

Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes?
Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down
And procede with caution

Carousal of horses with dual-exhaustion
Fess up, youngin' you'll always be next up
Go against I, forever play catch up ^!$$%


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