[Verse 1: Action Bronson] I’m on the PCH, smokin’ THC With the team, money be the dream I take it multicolor baby, it ain’t gotta be green On the other side of earth with the queen, I’m from Shit, 3 different types of forks from her Monday lunch Tammer and punch, higher than a javelin jump Italian sluts, my whole battalion is nuts We rock medallions and such Don’t even step within 6 feet of my presence Leave you open like the desert, Def Leopard, French Did I mention, steer the whip with one arm like Jim Chocolate sauce over dead rabbit If these opportunities arose before we would’ve been Shorty sniffing haddock in the attic I been an addict in these streets, in my pants I’ve It’s sad isn’t it? Sadly Two things about to cop a few rings And eat paper thin slices of the Blue Ling Shoot eagles on a Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with Seats soft like a midget’s cough
Yeah, let’s hear that fly shit
[Verse 2: Action Bronson] I never thought that this could be my life Russian mistress and Parisian wife Always season rice, the animals you find in the jungle On the table sculpted and nice Leg drop after a big boot 1, 2, 3, it’s over, slide in the mint coupe Dive out the chopper in the water, uh Ayo, the spliff look like a shrimp when it shit Smoke the shark, Greg Norman shit, me and Robert Horry Motherfucka I was born to live And born to fuck a lot of pussy without spawning kids