[Produced by Wes P with guitars by Drew Mantia]

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Bam Bam, yo

Sabathia money

Twist it in a bath with your honey

Don't have to ask her she do everything for me

Shine up the balls, keep 'em looking pristine

Take a chisel to the word scope a dime for a fiend

Her dream, intoxication, beaver warmer than the socks of Satan

Pasta waitin' on the table with the lobster bacon

Herb butter that was crab that made the word clutter

Maravilloso, toast it to the new summer

Rock a shirt with Secretariat on it

Seabiscuit on the dress, stay guarded like the eagle's nest

Lethal stress hand-crafted by the saucier

Carpaccio with that meat, right under horse's mane

Man of the land, there's many fish in the sea

My man D ? the V I tried to christen with tree

But still, there's nothing better than smokin' weed in a Cadillac

Closest runner-up is probably hearin' Daddy rap

[Verse 2: ProbCause]

Probable pick up the pieces, perfect pair with what you eatin'

Cleanin' that plate that we serve you

Wait 'til dessert you'll be cheesin'

Na, it ain't seasonal, prices are reasonable

They regional, Chi-town to N-Y is feedin' you

Breeding crew with the best cuts and I really wanna make that next cut

Made somethin' out of nothin' what's next up?

Let me cool that down for a sec, yup

Chillin' on that window-sill, patience for that slow-burn

Over-cooked and over-looked they chokin' on they own words

Cravin' my flavor, savor the taste to marinatin'

For ten days, Action Bronson got the lobster bakin'

How 'bout a feast, table with an extra seat

Always feed a hungry homie, happy to share the recipe, word up

I'm thinkin' about it a little longer these days

Takin' it in and I'm makin' it trend to melt the problems away

Still with my crew, thick, pass the bread

Spread the love, ash a cig

Pour the drink, lick this shit, do that shit all over again

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]

French Inhaling blow

An inch away from almost being unintentional

Attention all kids in the hall

You need extensive detentions and intervention

A two-week suspension and a bunch of whippins with extension cords

Chanoooo, trips to continents constant

Mix consonants and vowels and mispronounce it

Throw pronouns so profound I sound pompous

Sounds like hit records, shouts out Stef' Ponce

So protect your neck or it's all chances

Whatcha gon' do when them gold medals get to bronzin'

Double en-namedrop, threesome-themed dancers

Couple named Sandra, three of 'em flame ganja

Concerts complete carnage, what can't he conjure?

Chance'll make a zan, but you need bands ask Contra

Feel good Paris, my France smokin' on bonjour

Oops I mean hey, oops upside your noggin'

Who's outside your window? Chano smokin' a menthol

Painted caddie, a rental, ice-pick pad and a pencil

Master Roshi my master rollin' off of a Sensu

Since you were just a bastard they said the holy had sent you

[Outro: Action Bronson]

But still there's nothing better than smoking weed in a Cadillac

But still there's nothing better than smoking weed in a Cadillac

Closest runner-up is probably hearin' Daddy rap