[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]

It's like, these days Dicky been up on his grind

Tryna spit a rhyme

Fly enough to get cracker signed

It's aight tho

I been typing all damn night bro

Kikes gotta write raps right, no typo

Nice flow

Best up in the game, no Michael

I guess I gotta wait for the fame, no lipo

But damn, if ya man had a hoard of fanbase

I'd have a lot to cover like a corpulent klan face

Go on some man dates

With DiCaprio and Drake

And make a man cave full of chronic and pancakes

A handshake's all I'm really wantin' from LeBron tho

I dunno, think I'd rather get up with his mom

And do it delante, couple bottles of Andre

In Pompeii, getting dirtier than some laundry

I'm freakin' every ho just for Cleveland man

But first thing I'mma need some fans

[Hook: Lil Dicky]

Cause Lil Dicky tryna make that cake like a balla do

And denigrate Lil Wayne up at a barbecue

And I just wanna hit the floor with Pauly D

And cross swords up with Tommy Lee

So where the muh'fuckers drinkin' the Cîroc at?

Where the fuck the Rock at?

Where the bad bitches on this mediocre cock atttt?

I'm tryna make the move

From gay, lame, dateless jew to famous dude, ya dig?

[Verse 2: Lil Dicky]

(Verse two)

First grade and I was thirsty

I was wantin' fame up in the muthafuckin' worst way

Word play, gotta get ya boy up on some first take

Skip Bay, Steve A, get up in they ass ya dig

If I'm celebbin' then I'm getting with McAdams's

The hottest women on the muthafuckin' planet, kid

I'm tryna get up at Selena

Mess around with Mila

I remember when it was Christina

Genie up in a bottle, but now she couldn't fit up on a waterbed

I wanna score a ten, imagine Natalie Portman

And if she borin' then I'll get a ride in my DeLorean

And go before it, securing the whore I been adoring since

I was a teen, yada mean

Britney Spears, whacha doin'

Couple years, that career and that metabolism ruined

Ya ain't know about me yet

But the future do

On Youtube, I been getting some views

[Hook]

Cause Lil Dicky tryna make that cake like a balla do

And denigrate Lil Wayne up at a barbecue

And I just wanna hit the floor with Pauly D

And cross swords up with Tommy Lee

So where the muh'fuckers drinkin' the Cîroc at?

Where the fuck the Rock at?

Where the bad bitches on this mediocre cock atttt?

I'm tryna make the move

From gay, lame, dateless jew to famous dude, ya dig?

[Verse 3: Lil Dicky]

Ay, enough about a boo, I ain't need a bitch

But I need a clique

Full a people Derek Jeterish

Love the Bieber kid

That's a hell of a dude

Well I ain't met him but his documentary was the truth

I'd holla back at Snoop, drop a couple tracks in the booth

He'd prolly have me high enough to take a nap as I poop

I'm callin Kobe Bryant up because I'm fucking with his game

But it's such a shame, I can tell that muthafucka lame tho

Flame flow

Ain't nobody even know ma name tho

And all I wanna do is know if Channing's really gay tho

All I wanna do is play Durant up in some Halo

Play shows, date hoes, where the fuck Diddy at?

Where Lil Dicky gon' spit at?

And where the crib at?

And where da rose gold shit at?

I'm tryna get that

I wish that I was sitting courtside for games

And lickin' on Kate Upton's titties

[Hook]

Lil Dicky tryna make that cake like a balla do

And denigrate Lil Wayne up at a barbecue

And I just wanna hit the floor with Pauly D

And cross swords up with Tommy Lee

So where the muh'fuckers drinkin' the Cîroc at?

Where the fuck the Rock at?

Where the bad bitches on this mediocre cock atttt?

I'm tryna make the move

From gay, lame, dateless jew to famous dude, ya dig?