[Hook: Action Bronson] Blow a kiss to my dick, wash my body with the sponge Feed me Fla-vor-ices, put the chronic in my lungs Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit Bi-coastal man, we both will be rich
[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Leave the party with your daughter (little Debra) In the morning do karate in the water The sounds of samurais Rockin shorts in the winter don’t fuck with splinters Roll with sinners — A bunch of winners, catered lunch and dinner Why my drug jar looks so empty? Drop a hook, and then I’ll probably cop an M3 Long knife, that’s in the event Somebody tries to get me then to Heaven they’ll be sent Oh, off the strength, caviar and Porsche taste All the beans are gettin' Boston baked On thin ice, I skate across the lake With the CCM tags, my feet are like Cassius Smoke premium cabbage
[Hook: Action Bronson]
[Verse 2: Ft. Riff Raff] Yo we 80,000 shopping malls but we ain't browsin Poppin hood in Transco Towers Prowler prowling Gucci towels and bathroom vials Nouns, owls, Aston Martins Sparkin one in valet parkin, loan sharkin Hopin that my days-don’t-get-darkened Cheetah skin outside the parka Propaganda propels us -- ostrich feathers Security guards with 9 berettas, pullin up Volkswagen jettas Causin storms in sunny weather, it's sunny whether, it's sunny weather Hopin that my days get, hopin, hopin days get, days get better