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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pusha T
Vocals
Pharrell Williams
Programming
Mike Larson
Programming
No Malice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
Gene Thornton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nigo
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Robert Ulsh
Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
David Morgan
Assistant Recording Engineer
The Neptunes
Producer
Lyrics
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 fishermen
I ain't washed this money for you to risk again
We at Cipriani's, we ain't chippin' 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 4:00 a.m. friends that I trusted in
And 20 years later, they still crushin' it (yeah)
So every vacation it's still us again
It's baby seats back of 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 Coretta
The dream still big like Ms. Valletta
My ching go bling, meet me in Dulles
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
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton
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