[Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Hey Miss Parker
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Somethin´ like (Uh-oh)
I just cut some fresh lemons, where´s the sugar?

Lemon in my ´ade, lemon in my ears, call ´em boogers
Rather six feet ´fore I´m ever seen with you niggas (Hold up)
Yeah

[Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
What it is? It´s that nigga T, skin look colored in (Woo)
Ridin´ in double-double R, that´s that Cullinan (Yeah)
Pullin´ in that four hundred gram, I just bought a disc (Yeah)
Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in (True story)
Golf le Fleur, that´s Gianno shoe, what I´m runnin´ in
Earlobe look like headlights on a new van (Gangsta Grillz)

I´m so motherfuckin´ dead-ass, I need some Timberlands (Woo)
I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don´t think they understand (Yeah, yeah)

[Lil Uzi Vert & Tyler, The Creator]
Uh (Skrrt, cool), double C on my feet
Double G on my freak (Ooh), Louis V by my brick
She wan´ kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (Leave, whoa)
She try save ´bout the place but keep eatin´ my meat
We can´t see none of ´em, bro, she keep eatin´ my seeds (Woo)
Got a E and a B on the back of the CT
I´m done with the 12, got a V16 (Uh)
Say the money comin´ in, yeah, that´s true
The more money I get, I don´t wan´ sex you

Can´t think about the last time that I text you
It´s probably one Sidekicks out them belt loops
Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you
Just like a brand new Lamb´, I wreck you, uh
So if this mind is yours (Woo, woo, woo)

[Tyler, The Creator & Lil Uzi Vert]
Ride to the dinner tapin´
Outta time and imagine her in the exit
Last year more than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit (Like, whoa)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, whoa

[Pharrell Williams]
It´s the double P, I rock double C
Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats

Man, come to me, you want somethin´ to see
This internally flawed, that´s a double Vs
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas tryna double league
Hornet trapped in the hive of a motherfuckin´ bumblebee
They just got the closest picture of the fuckin´ sun surface, that was us
Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose, catchin´ dust
My Secret Service carry mops, you call ´em street sweepers, back you up
Tat´ you up then add you up, then give you a cover like Adwoa
If the shit´s fake, I don´t respect it, it´s clickbait
And that´s distaste like a shit shake
What a difference your wrist make when it´s Richard-made

Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate
Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels that grip tape

[Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Ride to the dinner tapin´
Outta time and imagine her in the exit (Why you even talkin´ to us?)
Last year more than what Google say my net is (Goddamn)
I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit
Uh, uh, uh