Have you ever rode clean? (Clean)
Top chopped off fall in low when it crawls on the scene
High in the sky ´til the night falls then it´s high-beam

Talkin´ money on the clock, candy paint not a spot
Chrome clean, celebratin´ to the scene
Have you ever rode clean?

If I was a rim I´d probably hug on the curb
And scrape the ground when I swang, dodgin´ potholes when I swerve
Wrapped in some Vogues and it´s true, not a pebblе in my groove
In a beef with the bumper ´causе it scrub when I move
Elevated, modulated with adapter
Now the ride is smoother, stop and take a picture, that´s a shine
You should capture with a flick, a flame, if I was the trunk, it´d bang
I be throwed in the game, mane

Have you ever rode clean? (Clean)
Top drop don´t fall in low when it crawls on the scene
High in the sky ´til the night falls then it´s high-beam
Talkin´ money on the clock, candy paint not a spot
Chrome clean, celebratin´ to the scene
Have you ever rode clean?

If I was a grill, I´d shine my light on the real
And motherfuck all them laws to show them just how I feel
And fall in love with a chrome lady
And probably have chrome babies ´cause we got a real connection
And candy paint couldn´t fade it, close but separated, I know, I know

But the neon´s around me, so I glow, I glow
I´m like the best edition, like, who really needs a engine?
I smile, they wave in a distance, like, "My!"

Have you ever rode clean? (Clean)
Top drop don´t fall in low when it crawls on the scene
High in the sky ´til the night falls then it´s high-beam
Talkin´ money on the clock, candy paint not a spot
Chrome clean, celebratin´ to the scene
Have you ever rode clean?