[Dave]
Nigga I'm bout it like p said. Real cuz the street said. Streets said I go hard, that's what she said! Standing on three legs, packing like green bay. Lambeau leaped in the game, no cheesehead. Matta fact zshared niggas to a coma. Scene full of posers. cee said tax these niggas like posters, you don’t wanna see Ced, he'll be home in two octobers, over.
Non stop flights, hoes wanna lay over. Mile high medicate for the glaucoma. Green card good when I touch down Oakland. Pourin up lean, call it three wheel motion. Blogs say we for the win, baby I can't lose. Gone on that apple juice and henny I can't move. Blame it on the grey goose, pardon. yo bitch Landed in my square and I bumped her, sorry!

[Chris]
Shame what she did for that change in the Range. Or even what she did for that ring, all the same. Karats, marriage, Its nice but I wifed up a dam funk track, put my bitch to the back, cuz my kids gon eat off rap. Told shorty thats eating my kids to get off my sack. Nap sack packed. Takin tarmac naps ‘fore the jet set, let the seat back, back. Back to the occasion. Blazing nothing but that left coast cali purple hazin. Haze in LA keep me fresh air chasing. Fresh pair air nikes laced when I'm pacing. chasing paper. So much made in a day you’d swear we pulled capers. Nah, We in Vegas with cases; models, bottles. Whole entourage Vince Chase’n, need no occasion.

[Dave]
Chips on the table, bet on black spade. Not the homie from the show-me but the homies show me love whether bet on crap game or the dealer show me clubs on that ace, face, ten now my hand is showing flush. now the bitches showing love, cuz the chips showing up for the second time around. you might have to slow it up, whether peddle crack ‘cain or the dealer show me buzz. Now its bricks on the table and the metaphor is drugs.

[Chris]
Yeah I'm a trip moreso a vacation. Red light district. Fast lane, tail lights but I'm not braking, blow red lights. yeah ‘dro smell nice, trying on a new fragrance. No headlines, I aint tryna make papers. Hotel nights, bitch its a celebration. Hoe tell friends that the hotel nice. Word travel that I got it for the wholesale price.

[Dave]
Wear white, special occasion, cheerup. Tryna spread legs, be patient, stirrups. Two pumps, no gas station, fill ups. Say she never did it, she wolfin, Shakira.

[Chris]
Watch what the dick do. Shorty change suit like supes in a booth. Never let her talk shit bout what she don't do. Yeah thats a lie but I hit her truth. So cool but I'm so uncouth. Blow through in the coupe. Off top, no roof. Hoes tops go poof. Fresh as I'm is, head to zappato. Shawty with her man, wanna gimme that gato. Chah'lie you tweaking bringing her to my show, like I'm gon not poke. Ha! That's a "not joke." Bitches go dumb, Mami’s go tonto. Outty five stacks. Back to Chicago.