[Chris] My worst days, I quarterback em just like my best/ Keep the living premium even thru the stress/ Constructing collages consisting of a perfect mess/ Jackson Pollock on her back, pearl necklace down her chest/ Do it for the art sweetheart, no disrespect/ Mackin on this side, the grind on the next/ So its time turned to checks, bet, Magic on deck/ No Dwight. Out in Vegas. Fashion statements for the press/ The way you shake them hips, girl, with each and every step/ See thas a statement in itself. Shit, we wear each other well/ Me and my heavenly angel give em hell [Hook] She hate it when I text, love it when I'm performing/ Its Philly for the set, Brooklyn in the morning/ That rossi on deck, that's what we be pouring/ Them blunts burn better but papers got me soaring/ Raw papers and rossi/ Raw papers and rossi/ Raw papers and rossi/ Raw papers and rossi [Dave] Summer nights cool, but my heart getting colder/ It was all good til we start getting older/ Green come and goes but the cream rise slow/ Stay in automatic drive, won't switch gears or coast from/ Living socials and sleeping on niggas sofas/ To living with no limits and winning like we supposed to/ Visions of mama crib accented and reupholstered/ Vintage dior wares and mississippi mimosas/ Tropicana, bullitt rye and canada dry/ Never see me with my girl she camera shy/ But she fine as a quarter o of that blue dream/ Budget for bowery, wardrobed at blue and cream/ Summer nostalgia, no socks and trousers/ The ambition for living is what empowered us/ I'm chasing dreams like they going out of style/ Til the paper's overrated as a plate at mr chows [Hook] [Dave] Thanksgiving to god, for giving me the gall/ To manifest the living I visioned when I was small/ Used to microwave water til it scald/ When the gas turned off, now my gal get it all/ Out in philly in the sofitel suite smoking sour/ Towels for the door, let the steam out the shower/ Check up on the team, pour a double shot of beam/ Bottle water and a bean, we gon need about an hour/ Polo on my body, she prefer that gaultier/ Pure player feeling polar on my coldest day/ No time for the mirror baby morris day/ Car service not a cab, but its on the way/ No checks and balances on my checks and balances/ What a nigga aesthetic is gon afford/ So if you dedicated to staying on one accord/ Demonstrate it by displaying a fantasy for ya boy [Hook]