[Pryde]
They call me Russell on the street ho
And now its mustard on a beat ho
Tell them hoes we got drinks in my gazebo
She with D, she got the D that's on the D-low (how you doin'?)
Oh you know I'm with your bae on my teeqo?
Got some Cali hoes from Chico
On my stick out on me chico
Wassup
My whole life on vay-cay
Grind super hard then at home is where I stay safe
Money more than teachers you comment this my pay-raid
If I got it once, you all got it today late
BITCH
Honda civics pullin' up like the Secret Service
Represents me but homie just please give me a purpose
You'll get promo if I diss you on the track
I can kill you in a rap good for you
But for me it's worthless
And you know I'm 'bout it every single week
If you talkin' bout jiggy then you talkin' 'bout me
If you talking 'bout the city then you talking 'bout D
If you talking what I give her then I'm talking 'bout D
From the front to the back boy I get a crack on what's happen back on the acquits a mattress slap on her ass while I'm laughing
And after that we get back and don't give me attitude
Spell my name off the capital sorry
Girl but I'm bad for you
Richvale just be my avenue
Hanging with some freaks in the back
While you standing lil mami we got a seat for that ass and
What I'm drinking what's heavy please get a seat from my glass
Fuck you pay me I need my cash and bitch I need it to stack
SHIT I'm probably right beside her, never tired
I don't even do drugs but put Molly on the rider
That be for the girls here
That be for the chicks mate
F-U-C-K-Y okay I'm slick I think I'm Rick James
Started from the bottom and I'm still fucking here boy this time my real fucking year boy
Prizzy man you changed do music 'bout what you used to like
I don't give a FUCK, HA! Real fucking tears boy
Every time you move on, I'm 'bout to get my groove on
They waiting for a new song, she 'bout to send her n***s on, Richvale my crew on, slurping me some udon
I took a shot, she took a shot you 1 on
I'm 2 on!

[Pryde and Tinashe]
I love to get on I love to get 2 on (x4)
In the club like,"Bomb, bomb."