[Chip Tha Ripper]
Knock knock, CuDi open up, it´s Chip
Gotta kush pack shells and some Henney we could sip
Keep a couple dolla´s on, give a penny to a bitch

But I´m wit a couple ho´s who said they really wanna get
Acquainted with some niggas who ain´t the average niggas
They just wanna see why all they girlfriends be wanting pictures
I be flyer then a hundred gnats, worth a hundred hundred-stacks
I ain´t gonna stop shoppin´ till I hit a hundred sacks
Polo that´s a given I ain´t even gotta mention
Candy old-school put you niggas in detention
Slabbed niggas deeped-up tool in the clothes
I´m just a young fresh fly fool with some gold

[KiD CuDi]
Ay-ay, what it do my dude?
I´m living life, dawg, what about you?

And I ain´t even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez got a nigga sky-high
So I´m, watchin´ my moves
From the shoes on the coupe
Be damned if a nigga ain´t high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right, homie, more or less
I gotta thank God I´m fresh

[KiD CuDi]
Oh, I rearrange faces when I drop
I´m super duper Cudi candy-paint the rag-top
Can´t nobody even tell me I don´t sip ´em when I lean
But get me to my fans, I´m country to the seas
Please, I stay up on my creep so to come up
Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas
I´ma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind

I´m the only nigga that could watch the sun and don´t go blind
She fine as she wanna be, but she wanna check, though
Dodging and popping pictures like the ho´s was working with the law
Back in Shaker bitches, trynna play me to the left
Now I pick the hoes that I want and give my niggas what is left
I don´t know if it´s the name or the Bape gum bottoms
Keep them on salute them 501´s you can´t knock ´em
Use to have the Honda with the thirty-day tags
That was in the past now I´m bout to throw ´em on the Jag

[KiD CuDi]
Ay-ay, what it do my dude?
I´m living life, dawg, what about you?
And I ain´t even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez got a nigga sky-high
So I´m, watchin´ my moves
From the shoes on the coupe
Be damned if a nigga ain´t high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right, homie, more or less
I gotta thank God I´m fresh