[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
The Re-Up – yessir!
Yo... uh-huh!
Skateboard –
[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
Jésus, the Holy Grail the only cup I hold
Yep, the ladies love the way the neck hug the gold
And my wrist playa shit – playa, what is cold?
And it ain't one-sided, so it's juxtaposed
You can't relax now, it's only me, Puff ,and Hov
While you're digging in ya pockets with nothing to fold
See, you're way out of your Range when your truck is a Rove
All in our ear tryna explain why that's the bulk of your dough?
I approach dinero with the mind of a Cocalero
Nigga blow around the world, yo (Yes)
From the heavyweighters–to all the crack strippers
The gat grippers, with attitude like backflippers
They bite for the package of white, the size of Gizmo
Gremlin sized niggas think they Lou Ferrigno
Mile high, fuck you talk about an inch fo'?
And the jewelry's bright lights, nigga – nobody squints, no
The 100 EX, dashboard retext
Born without a hardtop, you could call it defect
But actually, it's a natural way for Aramid
A 4 hundred and 50K fucking planetarium (Huh?)
On wheels (Yessir!)
[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
It's a double-edge sword, the allure of the streets
Which allow me to afford the finger things in life
Rap wasn't assured, or a shoo-in
You couldn't U-N-D-er-stand what I was viewing
The former truant Ab pursuant did a thing Big like Smalls
Now I'm chairman of the board, but I scribble down my blueprint
Talk about the white and how I fused it
Put it over music and moved it
Now that's a tie-in, I–am–filling the position for which I'm in
Slorta like '87 Tyson, Iron Mike, guided by Cus D'Amato
Now my whole life custom modeled
The clutch, the throttle, the game, and the crush'll shock ya
Follow the silence, the crowd cheer, hush the haters
Pop them bottles, now I lay atop of models
The top of the world, The Man That Would Be King is the motto