Lyrics:

f/ Boobonic, Pusha T, Rosco P. Coldchain



[Chorus: Rosco P. Coldchain] + (Pharrell)

Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!.. HOT!)

You know I keep a chrome, under seats and in the home

Without speaking you'll give me your chain

I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw ya pain

They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain

Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!)



[Verse 1: Pusha T]

It go hot waist - Desert taste

Four pounds of metal, triangle face

Hesi-tate - never, I'll put hole in whoever

Don't make Push' Russian Roulette ya

Gamble wit ya life

Change came from cocaine I've measured

White was the treasure, comfort was the steel

I pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel

Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street

They measure my weight in Richter

Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public

But still I push weight that make the ghetto's quake

By all means I've seen I've lived

By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed

{*scratches* My dreams start over the stove

I ran over the globe and back again



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Rosco P. Coldchain]

Y'all niggas really ain't got a pot to piss in

Or a window to throw it out of

I'm filthy but you better believe I got over a stack in my pocket though

Iceberg on the seams of jeans? no!

I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man

Delta '88 on rims man, wit mirror tint

And four of my most militant men whose trying to stay sucka free

That's why they hang around me, cause I ain't print

Left em for diamonds and pearls, I'm not no bitch

I choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip

I scare the shit outta bank tellers so I can become rich

That's how I make my living, I give em encouragement, 'you're doing great!'

Keep chillin while I'm flashing the glock in their face

I show em I can be appreciative, I tell em thanks for giving I'm sinning!

But the Lord knows I have three children

Now I'm somewhere in +Utah+ relaxing to +Jazz+ with a broad

Quarter mill in a stash, avoiding the law from far!



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Boobonic]

I'm starting wit the man in the mirror

Mask need to make that change

That real doe, that point something paper

Like a 4.6 on a Range, new shit {*scratches*

Look 'Bonic really been through shit

Pay close attention when Boo' spit

Uh, lack 'a that'll get you hit

And don't care who you'll come back through with, been around

Nigga front like he want his car spun around

Window drop block pop spin around

Niggaz stand up looking for 'em sit em down

And ya see em laid out

That's why when I was young I stayed out

And plus being pussy ya niggaz is played out

I made means to get that cream

We all playas all they say is how you get that team



[Chorus]