[Verse 1: Chester Watson]. Antique gold on my neck, down. Antique gold on my chick, down. I keep my gold tucked, no flex. Might put antique gold on my friends.
[Mac Miller]. You know all about me, I dont know about you. You need somebody to lead, I be on my own two. You talking all that shit but what you really gon do.
And my niggas, and my bitches. I'm on my shit right now, how is ya?. A nigga dressed like we finna take pictures. Scalin' the mothafuckin' buildin'. Yea, I got my mind on that take over.
We don't allow blunts in the cut. Tell the valet to pull up my truck. Higher than a mug, ain't nothin' what up but us. Ain't nothin' what up but us. We don't allow blunts in the cut, yeah.
[Verse 1: Curren$y]. My nigga Bongo hooked it up, Omar gon' dip my rims today. Or at least that's what he say. But I take e'rything with a grain of salt.