[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Pusha T]
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
The new bug-eye in front of my mama house
The new time off private Bahama routes
My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmers out
And all that shit, I told Obama about—ask him
[Verse 1: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams]
Shed nightmares of feds rushin' in
Shared my world, they couldn't touch a sin
I got it and lost it and got rich again
While y'all signed papers and handed pictures in
Taught you to fish to become fishermen
I ain't washed this money for you to risk again
We at Cipriani's, we ain't chippin' in
Nigga fightin' to pay when you got richer friends
My manager started off as my publicist
He buy GT2s and bunch of other shit
My 4 AM friends that I trusted in
And twenty years later, they still crushin' it (Yeah)
So every vacation, it's still us again
It's baby seats back of the Cullinans
The new Bubba Watson without the mulligan
And I put all that shit under my government
[Chorus: Pusha T]
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
The new bug-eye in front of my mama house
The new time off private Bahama routes
My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmers out
And all that shit, I told Obama about—ask him
[Verse 2: No Malice & Pharrell Williams]
My entire life's been blessed beyond measure
If this marks the end of an era, it's been a pleasure
The wings still raise under Carreras
The dream still king like it's Coretta
The dream still big like Ms. Voletta
My ching go bling—meet me in Dulles
Covered in tats like it was colors
The last narco without the mullet (Yeah)
You can't compare us to such-and-suches
Rappin' in couplets don't do it justice
Arm and Hammer, you can't touch us
We crossed our fingers before we flushed it
When it ain't come back, I was disgusted
Flip my wig like I was Dudus
Die for my chain rather than tuck it
My crown is leanin', I must adjust it
[Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams]
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends (Yeah)
You get to pick your own Benz
The new bug-eye in front of my mama house
The new time off private Bahama routes
My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmers out
And all that shit, I told Obama about—ask him
[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah