[Chorus: Vince Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
1: Vince Staples] Is your house big? Is car nice? Is your fine? Fuck her all night Is you well paid? Are your shows If your song played, would they know How the thug How the love life? How the workload? Is your buzz Do the jump? Is the club right? Got your head right? Boy, yeah
Vince Staples] [Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
[Verse 2: Vince Pretty women slit the wrist Pretty women be a rich man's bitch Pretty women want a couple Pretty women a new ass, new lips Pretty women wanna push a Come correct and she let you in Thumbin' through the checks, she it in Diamonds on your neck, is them
Vince Staples] Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) 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, right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
[Bridge: Got an enemy changes dependin' what direction facin' Got an enemy that tells you off, blockin' efficient You're in You to get a better idea about the lifestyle chasin' Keep pretendin' that you every selfie is erased
[Verse 3: Lamar] Pop 'til fakin' Pop 'til the pop Pop 'til he Pop four on the floor been 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 like 211, got on me K-Dot the zeitgeist Roll fried rice and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, don't remember canary yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin' gym Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride Paid like two David Wayne's, retire Fade shadows, corrallin' the cattle A decision for you, is narrow Collision, the money, and fame, the The physicist, the chemist, the Collateral for Kendrick whenever for riches with more to gain A sad nigga? right I don't fair but I bear fight Lookin' for my roadkill for the headlight Hangin' my last four kills for the highlights My life, high life, five, bye, bye
[Chorus: Staples] Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)