Punch Bowl

Lyrics

[Intro: Pharrell Williams] Yeah Yeah Yeah [Chorus: Pusha T] Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends You get to pick your own Benz Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends You get to pick your own Benz The new bug-eye in front of my mama house The new time off private Bahama routes My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmers out And all that shit, I told Obama about—ask him [Verse 1: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams] Shed nightmares of feds rushin' in Shared my world, they couldn't touch a sin I got it and lost it and got rich again While y'all signed papers and handed pictures in Taught you to fish to become fishermen I ain't washed this money for you to risk again We at Cipriani's, we ain't chippin' in Nigga fightin' to pay when you got richer friends My manager started off as my publicist He buy GT2s and bunch of other shit My 4 AM friends that I trusted in And twenty years later, they still crushin' it (Yeah) So every vacation, it's still us again It's baby seats back of the Cullinans The new Bubba Watson without the mulligan And I put all that shit under my government [Chorus: Pusha T] Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends You get to pick your own Benz Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends You get to pick your own Benz The new bug-eye in front of my mama house The new time off private Bahama routes My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmers out And all that shit, I told Obama about—ask him [Verse 2: No Malice & Pharrell Williams] My entire life's been blessed beyond measure If this marks the end of an era, it's been a pleasure The wings still raise under Carreras The dream still king like it's Coretta The dream still big like Ms. Voletta My ching go bling—meet me in Dulles Covered in tats like it was colors The last narco without the mullet (Yeah) You can't compare us to such-and-suches Rappin' in couplets don't do it justice Arm and Hammer, you can't touch us We crossed our fingers before we flushed it When it ain't come back, I was disgusted Flip my wig like I was Dudus Die for my chain rather than tuck it My crown is leanin', I must adjust it [Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell Williams] Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends You get to pick your own Benz Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends (Yeah) You get to pick your own Benz The new bug-eye in front of my mama house The new time off private Bahama routes My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmers out And all that shit, I told Obama about—ask him [Outro: Pharrell Williams] Yeah