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作词 : Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton

作曲 : Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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 Dahmer out

And all that shit I told Obama about, ask him

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 fisherman

I ain't washed this money for you to risk again

We had chipped brianna, we ain't cheapin' 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 is still us again

Is baby seats back at the Cullinans?

The new Bubba Watson without the mulligan

And I put all that shit under my government

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 Dahmer out

And all that shit I told Obama about, ask him

My entire life's been blessed beyond measure

If this marks the end of an era, it's been a pleasure

The wings still weighs under Carreras

The dream's still king like it's Careta

The dream still big like Ms. Valeta

My ching go bling, meet me in dollars

Covered in tats like it was colors

The last narco without the mullet (Yeah)

You can't compare us to such and suches

Rappin' and couples 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

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 Dahmer out

And all that shit I told Obama about, ask him

Yeah

作词 : Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton

作曲 : Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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 Dahmer out

And all that shit I told Obama about, ask him

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 fisherman

I ain't washed this money for you to risk again

We had chipped brianna, we ain't cheapin' 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 is still us again

Is baby seats back at the Cullinans?

The new Bubba Watson without the mulligan

And I put all that shit under my government

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 Dahmer out

And all that shit I told Obama about, ask him

My entire life's been blessed beyond measure

If this marks the end of an era, it's been a pleasure

The wings still weighs under Carreras

The dream's still king like it's Careta

The dream still big like Ms. Valeta

My ching go bling, meet me in dollars

Covered in tats like it was colors

The last narco without the mullet (Yeah)

You can't compare us to such and suches

Rappin' and couples 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

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 Dahmer out

And all that shit I told Obama about, ask him

Yeah

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