Green Juice (feat. Pharrell Williams)

Yeah, this for Harlem

Silk City, Vado, what up?

Millz, what up?

Rest in peace, Nard

Star Trak (roof!)

Top down, Zonda scream, "Hallelujah"

I'm the king, I'm the ruler (roof)

Got Pharrell up in Harlem

Chillin' on the crate with a block of shooters (roof)

Beach chair on the block, watch the cops

Gotta keep the Glock in cooler (roof)

Hoo (hoo) hoo (hoo) hoo (hoo) hoo (hoo) hoo (hoo!)

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 liftin' off, get so high, I could kiss the Lord

Don Corleone, I been a boss, in a Maybach with the ceilin' off

Hol' up, hol' up

Hol' up, hol' up

You cannot make this shit if you're a fraud

They do not make nothin' like this no more

'Cause we got the caterpillar chains, and the butterfly doors (yeah)

Flappin' platinum, but still we soar (ah-ah)

Strappin', strappin', finna go to a war (ah-ah)

Zoom, zoom, imagine tappin' into your core (ah-ah)

Shells hangin' out of the vintage Porsche (right)

New crib like a synagogue (hoo) (hoo)

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 niggas, I invented y'all

I run the game, I set the bar (roof)

Fuckin' shit up like a wreckin' ball

Adidas deal with the three stripes

Sit back and watch the check evolve (whoop)

Hol' up, hol' up

Hol' up, hol' up

You cannot make this shit if you're a fraud

They do not make nothin' like this no more

'Cause we got the caterpillar chains, and the butterfly doors (yeah)

Flappin' platinum, but still we soar (ah-ah)

Strappin', strappin', finna go to a war (ah-ah)

Zoom, zoom, imagine tappin' into your core (ah-ah)

Learnin' the past and the present's yours

Your most valuable possession, yeah, yeah, yeah (hey)