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