[Chorus: Pharrell]

Uh, I got jewels (Uh), plus wheels (What?)

Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill

Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels (Fuck out of here)

And she feelin' around for them pills

Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Bitch, I'm so trill (What?)

Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?)

I got my steel, I'll peel

Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill

Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels

And she feelin' around for them pills

Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Bitch, I'm so trill (What?)

Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

G's up, rev them V's up

Federales trying to reach us to keep us

Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's Pieces

You know who he is

Nigga talk show like Regis (What?)

King Push flow prestigious, hoes suck me like leeches

X and Os, tic-tac-toes

Fuck 'em, duck 'em, let them go, on to the next (Uh)

Got this in the decks of them Cali low-lows

Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals

New York, Range Rov, sit on Mo-Mos

Pusha in that Bentley, G-T, oh no

Flow chameleon, worth 'bout a million

Sell Bolivian, Feds in oblivion

Bitch Brazilian, purse reptilian

Took her from far off island like Gilligan

[Chorus: Pharrell]

Uh, I got jewels (Uh), plus wheels (What?)

Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill

Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels (Fuck out of here)

And she feelin' around for them pills

Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Bitch, I'm so trill (What?)

Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?)

I got my steel, I'll peel

Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill

Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels

And she feelin' around for them pills

Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Bitch, I'm so trill (What?)

Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?)

[Verse 2: Malice]

It's me ma, you ain't dreamin'

Starstruck bitch damn near stopped breathin'

So real that hon' ain't believin'

Out my bracelet, she can't make rhyme or reason

Soon as you get your heart involved

That's when I fall back, love, au revoir

So international, French Riviera

Love for foreign cars would explain my Carrera

Who cares when these fools talk?

Don't mean jack 'til that tool gotta talk

Icy wrists help me to cool off

And the second hand on this bitch, it moonwalk

Reminds me of how I applied myself

And why I now ride with Tiptronic help

Bankroll on overload

I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, I'm so trill

[Chorus: Pharrell]

Uh, I got jewels (Uh), plus wheels (What?)

Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill

Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels (Fuck out of here)

And she feelin' around for them pills

Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Bitch, I'm so trill (What?)

Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?)

I got my steel, I'll peel

Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill

Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels

And she feelin' around for them pills

Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Bitch, I'm so trill (What?)

Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?)

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

So many different things make me trill

Start with that 'B' with wings over the grill

Maybe how my way with words make me mils

Or maybe it's my way with birds, digital scales

Young, restless, talk so reckless

Two hundred thousand up in my necklace

Four of ya Hummers wrapped 'round my neck bitch

I ain't mention the Rollie redneck like Texas

[Verse 4: Malice]

To y'all ill-wishers who wanna take part

In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart

And I'll waste ya, hell, I raised ya

Even let 'em cheat from my paper

Why does wealth make them hate me

And make chicks' hearts so achy breaky?

Rarely do I toot my own horn

But y'all fellas got too far gone, now come back

[Chorus: Pharrell]

Uh, I got jewels (Uh), plus wheels (What?)

Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill

Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels (Fuck out of here)

And she feelin' around for them pills

Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Bitch, I'm so trill (What?)

Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?)

I got my steel, I'll peel

Pullin' up in your grill, I'm so trill

Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels

And she feelin' around for them pills

Bitch, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Bitch, I'm so trill (What?)

Nigga, I'm trill (You don't hear me though)

Nigga, I'm so trill (What? What?)