[Chip Tha Ripper]   Knock Knock Cudi open up dis chip   Gotta kush pack shells   And some Henney we could sip   Keep a couple dolla's on   Give a penny to bitch   But I'm wit a couple ho's   Who said they really wanna get   Acquainted with some niggas   Who, ain't the average niggas   They just wanna see why   All they girlfriends be wanting pictures   I be flyer then a hundred naves   Worth a hundred hundred stacks   I ain't gonna stop shoppin'   Till I hit a hundred sacks   Although that's a given   I ain't even gotta mint chain   Candy old school   Put you niggas in detention   Slabbed niggas deeped up   Tool in the cloths   I'm just a young fresh fly   Fool with some gold      [Chorus]   Ayyy, what it do my dude   I'm living life dawg what about you   And I ain't even gotta tell a lie   My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high   So I'm, watchin' my moves   From the shoes on the cool   Be damned if a nigga ain't hotable   Pimp tight get it right homey more or less   Gotta thank god I'm fresh      [Kid Cudi]   Oh I rearrange faces when I drop,   I'm super duper Cudi,   Candy paint the rag top   Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin' when I lean   They gimme to my fans,   I'm country till I decease   Please,   I stay up on my creep so to come up   Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas   I'ma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind   I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind   She fine as she wannabe   But she wanna check though   Dodging and popping pictures,   Like the hoes was working with the law   Back and shaker pictures, trynna play me to the left   Now I pick the hoes that I want,   And give my niggas what is left   I don't know if it's the name or the bake on bottoms   Keep them on sleep them 501's   You can't knock em   Use ta have the Honda with the 30 day tags   That was in the past   Now I'm bout to throw 'em on the JAG      [Chorus]   Ayyy, what it do my dude   I'm living life dawg what about you   And I ain't even gotta tell a lie   My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high   So I'm, watchin' my moves   From the shoes on the cool   Be damned if a nigga ain't hotable   Pimp tight get it right homey more or less   Gotta thank god I'm fresh      We can stop