作曲 : East, Thornton, Thornton ...
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 shit 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 bitches with innocent looks like 
Mya Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars 
I groom 'em well 
Dior whore, 
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, shit '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 ass 
Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [Malice] 
Welcome to the world of 
Rollies VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece 
Got me shinin' 
First nigga holla show me 
Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly 
Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me 
You ****in' faggot 
You need to raise your glass and toast me 
Niggaz 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 nigga [Chorus]