Butterscotch boss, butterscotch Vans
Watch me spend them grands,
watch me run up them bands
Bright wristlet, left blank disc
Now watch me pass the time,
I made a hundred grand today,
and it wasn't even payday
Salmon serpent soup, now I'm Babe Ruth
with crushed jewels on my tooth
It feels good riding 'round
It feels good rolling up the weed to get high
It feels good hanging out with
It feels good knowing that
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
On Versace walkie- talkies,
Dust my shoes off like Dustin Hoffman
Jumped off the Buick like Bon Jovi
Them grands I spend often,
higher than a flying saucer
the butterscotch Herschel Walker
When it rained on Biscayne, codeine
40 days 40 nights, wall clean,
Syrup in my soda keeps the chip
Every year I get older, my wrist get colder
My chain keeps changing weather,
It feels good riding 'round
It feels good rolling up the weed to get high
It feels good hanging out with
It feels good knowing that
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good