[Chorus: Vince Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah)
[Verse 1: Vince Is your big? Is your car nice? Is your fine? Fuck her all night Is you well paid? Are your packed? If your played, would they know that? How the thug life? How the love How the workload? Is your buzz Do the trap jump? Is the club Got head right? Boy, yeah right
[Chorus: Staples] [Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah)
2: Vince Staples] Pretty women slit the wrist Pretty women wanna be a rich bitch Pretty want a couple kids Pretty want a new ass, new lips Pretty wanna push a Benz Come and she won't let you in through the checks, she gets it in Diamonds on your neck, is pretend?
Vince Staples] Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah)
[Bridge: Got an enemy that changes dependin' direction facin' Got an enemy that you off, blockin' what's efficient placed in You pretend to get a better idea about the chasin' Keep pretendin' that you Until every is erased
[Verse 3: Lamar] Pop it's fakin' Pop the wrist pop Pop 'til he Pop like four on the floor been in No Popular demand, I understand my is only for conversation New York be like "deadass" L.A. be like "on the dead homies" I was off the porch like 211, got on me K-Dot twilight the Roll like fried rice and tempura Temporary pimp, nah, remember them Just canary yellow gem, out the fuckin' gym like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty Paid like two David Wayne's, retire Fade like shadows, the cattle A decision for you, is narrow Collision, the money, and fame, the The physicist, the chemist, the Collateral for Kendrick whenever Compatible for riches more to gain A sad nigga? Yeah I don't fight but I bear fight for my next roadkill for the headlight Hangin' though my last kills for the highlights My life, life, high five, bye, bye
Vince Staples] Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)