[Intro: Pharrell]
You know we back, right?
Clear the streets out
Come on with it, haha
Star Trak
[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Niggas is haters, I'm doin' deals like the majors
Ice Cream sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas
Bulletproof under T-shirts because they hate us
Do like Snoop say, step your game up
Double-decker boat nigga, Meditterane' up
D-Class Asscher cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberace fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up
Just last week, I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughin'
A week before that, I was out in Italy
Italian heartthrobs could not get rid of me
Up in Donatella crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, "Give me that Enzo" (Yes,sir)
I know what you thinkin', "Yeah, me too"
Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Been two years like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
Streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin' you'd keep the coke movin'
But I got one question, what the fuck y'all been doin'? (Come on)
Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli furs
The full-length cat, when I wave, the kitty purrs (Meow)
All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust
Have that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase or duck, we only race for bucks
Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper cuts
Chill, retardo, South Beach Gallardo
Teal started up, go brrr like it's Nardo
Women, if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans
But them crackers weren't playin' fair at Jive
You know we back, right?
Clear the streets out
Come on with it, haha
Star Trak
[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Niggas is haters, I'm doin' deals like the majors
Ice Cream sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas
Bulletproof under T-shirts because they hate us
Do like Snoop say, step your game up
Double-decker boat nigga, Meditterane' up
D-Class Asscher cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberace fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up
Just last week, I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughin'
A week before that, I was out in Italy
Italian heartthrobs could not get rid of me
Up in Donatella crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, "Give me that Enzo" (Yes,sir)
I know what you thinkin', "Yeah, me too"
Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Been two years like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
Streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin' you'd keep the coke movin'
But I got one question, what the fuck y'all been doin'? (Come on)
Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli furs
The full-length cat, when I wave, the kitty purrs (Meow)
All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust
Have that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase or duck, we only race for bucks
Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper cuts
Chill, retardo, South Beach Gallardo
Teal started up, go brrr like it's Nardo
Women, if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans
But them crackers weren't playin' fair at Jive
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