[Swizz Beatz:]
Showtime,
Pull your Aston Martin out and just swerve on 'em
Pull your hoopty out man and just swerve on 'em
Let the top drop back and just swerve on 'em
Take the doors off your whip and just swerve on 'em

[Pharrell:]
You can catch em swerving in that thing thing
Riding in that thing thing
Let the top drop and let the system bang bang
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Me and my bitches swerving in that thing thing
Riding in that thing thing
Let the blueberry blow let the system bang bang
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

(Talk to em Pusha)

[Pusha T:]
Take ya tops off baby, it's bout to pop off
Young somersault in this bitch to want to cop off
When you got the crown the haters want you to drop off
Lil Pusha T's in the game I simple knock off
I beg your pardon, that coupe is a Targa
I've been in and outta lanes with a Porsche playing frogger
I'll never be a blogger, I'm too much of a buyer
Post it, don't have it at your home, you're a liar
These niggas day dreamers, I'm more like a schemer
To have from Iesha's to Adrianna Lima's
Yeah, couple extra models for what we pop bottles for
Leaning on the throttle more

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[Swizz beatz:]
This that shit that you knock in your drops
The shit that you like to knock in your drops
Well if you like me, this the shit you like to knock on your yachts
Boat shoes on, walls full of Basquiats
You ain't like me, you just automatic starting
You like me, you design Aston Martin's
Bow ties on, I'm just GQ modelling
Damn, fresh I am
When I start scoring I shut down the Garden
Swizzy Rule the World on my Nas and my Lauren
Blogs say Swizzy bars ain't nothing to pause
I say FREEZE!
Now pull your cars up next to ours

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[Pusha T:]
Where I'm from we don't gang bang
But we sell that thing thing
Every ghetto same shit
Just only the slang change
Soon as that bass came we started to take aim
Double G boat shoes, YSL case frames
Club with the photoshoots
Think Puffy and Mase came
Dolled up the bitches too, they was in the same frame
Hustlers they chased change, busta's they chased dames
Young niggas Kingpins we was tryna fame
Niggas on they chaingang, snitches play the blame game
First [?] in the room when they name names
Hard for us to cross paths we ain't in the same lane
Hope God forgive me when I catch niggas bang bang!

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