Released: November 28, 2006

Featuring: Ab-Liva

Songwriter: Ab-Liva No Malice Pusha T Pharrell Williams

Producer: The Neptunes

[Hook: Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsches
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine (Ugh), they be the clique
So much ice in they Rollies, they shit don't tick man
Winter through the summer (What?), care less what it cost me
While I'm shoveling the snow man, call me Frosty Lover

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
This for the 100,000 dollar kitty German drivers
With big rims and low-pro tires
Fucking with college bitches with innocent looks like Mýa
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars, I groom 'em well
Dior whore, Christian Lacroix
Keep guns stashed under the floorboard
Enough to start World War
Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches
Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shit 'bout long as Jesus'
Hostilely speaks the Gospel, so match this
Pusha push John P. keys with these sounds of crackness, ugh!
The Black Martha Stewart, let me show you how to do it
Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches, ugh
Money piles high as my nieces
Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass
Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass

[Hook: Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsches
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine (Ugh), they be the clique
So much ice in they Rollies, they shit don't tick man
Winter through the summer (What?), care less what it cost me
While I'm shoveling the snow man, call me Frosty Lover

[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
Ha! It's that look that astounds
Life's a circus, I parade the 6 through these clowns
The crown is vacant, I'm taking the proper steps
I'm takin' them Poppa steps, they prayin' for my downfall
Is it the bling, the king, conquistador
That my jeweler made the face blush on the Franck Muller
The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, laying over dark skin
Looking like arson when I park in the left, it's constant
Minute hand is like Parkinson's
You a fish where the sharks a-swim
In that opaque linen with the odd-colored stitching
V12 on the Modena, you can see the pistons
HREs on it, mami, see it glisten
When I (*vrrroom*) make all of her twist like Dickens
It's feeling like parts is missing, top stole, push soul
Gotta drive it like pole position 'til my soul is risen

[Hook: Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsches
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine (Ugh), they be the clique
So much ice in they Rollies, they shit don't tick man
Winter through the summer (What?), care less what it cost me
While I'm shoveling the snow man, call me Frosty Lover

[Verse 3: Malice]
Welcome to the world of Rollies
VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece, got me shinin'
First nigga holler, "Show me"?
Let that 9 millimeter turn a fella ghostly
Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me
You fucking faggot, you need to raise your glass and toast me
Niggas can't figure the format for hustler criteria
Not chrome—chrome rims with stallion insignia
Listen, young'un: you've only just begun
"You'll understand when you're older," said father to the son
Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes?
Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs; slow down
And proceed with caution
Carousel of horses with dual-exhaustion, 'fess up
Young'un, you'll always be next up
Go against I, forever play catch-up, nigga

[Hook: Pusha T]
All I want to do is ride around shining while I can afford it
Plenty ice on my neck so I don't get nauseous
Float around in the greatest of Porsches
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine (Ugh), they be the clique
So much ice in they Rollies, they shit don't tick man
Winter through the summer (What?), care less what it cost me
While I'm shoveling the snow man, call me Frosty Lover

Clipse

Real-life brothers Gene “No Malice” Thornton and Terrance “Pusha T” Thornton are the critically acclaimed duo, Clipse (originally known as Full Eclipse). Clipse makes up half of the group, Re-Up Gang.

Known for their clever, dense raps (mostly about cocaine), the duo’s 2006 album Hell Hath No Fury was the 6th album in the history of hip-hop magazine XXL to receive a perfect “XXL” rating.