Green Juice (feat. Pharrell Williams)

Top down, Zonda scream, hallelujah, I'm the king, I'm the ruler

Got Pharrell up in Harlem, chillin' on the crate with a block of shooters

Beach chair on the block, watch the cops, gotta keep the Glock in cooler

Flip phone shorty in the corner store

Pull a black car out the mink velour

Tiffany stones all in my jaw

Tank in the crib with fish from Jaws

I'm lifting off

Get so high, I could kiss the Lord

Don Corleone, I been a boss

In a Maybach with the ceiling off

Hold up, hold up

Hold up, hold up

You cannot make this shit if you're a fraud

They do not make nothing like this no more

'Cause we got the caterpillar chains and the butterfly doors

Flappin platinum, but still we soar

Strappin'-strappin', finna go to a war, zoom-zoom

Imagine tapping into your core

Shells hangin' out of the vintage Porsche

New crib like a synagogue

Chew all these rappers up for free

Never ask how much the dinner cost

Renell sip Hen, she gettin' sauced

And wanna make love on the tennis court

You wonder why they call me the Lord?

You pussy ass ****, I invented y'all

I run the game, I set the bar

Fuckin' shit up like a wrecking ball

Adidas deal with the three stripes

Sit back and watch the check evolve

Hold up, hold up

Hold up, hold up

You cannot make this shit if you're a fraud

They do not make nothing like this no more

'Cause we got the caterpillar chains and the butterfly doors

Flappin' platinum, but still we soar

Strappin'-strappin', finna go to a war, zoom-zoom

Imagine tapping into your core

Learnin' the past and the present's yours

Your most valuable possession, yeah-yeah-yeah (Hey)