Paid in Full

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]

The Re-Up – yessir!

Yo... uh-huh!

Skateboard –

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]

Jésus, the Holy Grail the only cup I hold

Yep, the ladies love the way the neck hug the gold

And my wrist playa shit – playa, what is cold?

And it ain't one-sided, so it's juxtaposed

You can't relax now, it's only me, Puff ,and Hov

While you're digging in ya pockets with nothing to fold

See, you're way out of your Range when your truck is a Rove

All in our ear tryna explain why that's the bulk of your dough?

I approach dinero with the mind of a Cocalero

Nigga blow around the world, yo (Yes)

From the heavyweighters–to all the crack strippers

The gat grippers, with attitude like backflippers

They bite for the package of white, the size of Gizmo

Gremlin sized niggas think they Lou Ferrigno

Mile high, fuck you talk about an inch fo'?

And the jewelry's bright lights, nigga – nobody squints, no

The 100 EX, dashboard retext

Born without a hardtop, you could call it defect

But actually, it's a natural way for Aramid

A 4 hundred and 50K fucking planetarium (Huh?)

On wheels (Yessir!)

[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]

It's a double-edge sword, the allure of the streets

Which allow me to afford the finger things in life

Rap wasn't assured, or a shoo-in

You couldn't U-N-D-er-stand what I was viewing

The former truant Ab pursuant did a thing Big like Smalls

Now I'm chairman of the board, but I scribble down my blueprint

Talk about the white and how I fused it

Put it over music and moved it

Now that's a tie-in, I–am–filling the position for which I'm in

Slorta like '87 Tyson, Iron Mike, guided by Cus D'Amato

Now my whole life custom modeled

The clutch, the throttle, the game, and the crush'll shock ya

Follow the silence, the crowd cheer, hush the haters

Pop them bottles, now I lay atop of models

The top of the world, The Man That Would Be King is the motto