[Chorus: Staples] Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (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, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah)
[Verse 1: Vince Is your house big? Is car nice? Is your girl Fuck her all night Is you well paid? Are your shows If your played, would they know that? How the thug How the love life? How the workload? Is buzz right? Do the trap Is the club right? Got head right? Boy, yeah right
Vince Staples] [Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah)
2: Vince Staples] Pretty women wanna the wrist Pretty women wanna be a man's bitch Pretty want a couple kids Pretty want a new ass, new lips Pretty women wanna push a correct and she won't let you in Thumbin' through the checks, she it in on your neck, is them pretend?
[Chorus: Vince Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
Kućka] Got an enemy that changes dependin' what facin' Got an enemy tells you off, blockin' what's efficient You're in You pretend to get a better idea about the chasin' Keep pretendin' that you Until every is erased
[Verse 3: Lamar] Pop 'til fakin' Pop the wrist pop Pop he shakin' Pop like on the floor been in rotation No Popular demand, I understand my name is only for New York nigga be "deadass" L.A. nigga be like "on the homies" I was off the like Fed-Ex 211, got on me twilight the zeitgeist Roll like rice and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, remember them Just yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin' gym Swang new Dana Dane, I ride dirty like two David Wayne's, retire early Fade like shadows, the cattle A bitches decision for you, is Collision, the money, and fame, the The physicist, the chemist, the Collateral for whenever exchange Compatible for riches with to gain A sad nigga? right I don't fight but I bear fight Lookin' for my next for the headlight Hangin' though my last four kills for the My life, high life, five, bye, bye
[Chorus: Vince Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah)