[Intro: Devo-D]

These are what dreams are made of
We knew it from the start
I want it all tonight, so I'm

[Hook: 4x]
Riding through the city, hi-beams on
Pre-Presidential Roley with them fly things on

[Verse 1: Jay Storm]

Now let me get my ride on
Starring at her with that what you got on?
Star shining gotta leave them Rhinestones
Ain't no filter, keep that picture on that iPhone, I got ya mind blown
And I double tap if I want to, running rap when I want to
Call me Russell Walker, cause a n***a got him a Krush Groove
A little something that thugs do, your saying your a dime
Theo Roose on that fine, as I creep up from behind
Couple pennies on that dollar, as we're cruising through that Lincoln tunnel
That George Washington bridge is how you leave the hustle
Growing up, half a dollar, couldn't see a buck
JFK, I touch down, and start re-ing up,
I know the hustlers who ain't never leave the country
Doing currency exchange, I ain't fuckin with your brain
I'm just showing you the game, and them sparkles look like fireworks
Don't ever try to second something that you aren't trying first, like

[Hook: 4x]
Riding through the city, hi-beams on
Pre-Presidential Roley with them fly things on

[Verse 2: Kepstar]

Picture me balling, riding through the city
'96 like I am Biggie, nobody is fucking with me
You crazy you think you got it, my weakest 16 will body you
Talking to somebody that this is more than a hobby to
Hoodie sleeves rolled up good wood and gold rolex
Tour buses driving me away from what I know best
Feeling like Obama on Election Day, Victory
You were making moves, yea we were making history
The end is near, roll the credits let me carry on
They wanted hits fuck it I'm Barry Bonds
Your staring at a legend to be
But what I feel isn't something I expect y'all to see
Whatever, I'm in a Bentley and its 40 degrees
The top down but we warming the seats, I'm living my dream
Winning off tracks we been killing
You can tell by how the champagne spilling, riding through the city

[Bridge: Devo-D]

These are what dreams are made of
We knew it from the start
I want it all tonight, so I'm

[Hook: 4x]
Riding through the city, hi-beams on
Pre-Presidential Roley with them fly things on

[Verse 3: Sho-Biz]

I'm yelling baby I'm a gawd, G-A-W-D
Got your bitch up in my two seat, bumping feeling on yo' booty
How ironic they get pissed when they see they bitch turn groupie
Cheerio flow every n***a inside of my circle loopy
Milk the game for what it's worth, stack that cake Ms. Butterworth
Hoping that shit pans out before they put me in a hearse
Put my eggs in one basket, I'mma let (omelet) ya eat
Bringing home the bacon going ham on every beat
Red Cup, white bitches, hopping in that blue coupe
Couple n***as cripped-up, couple n***as su-woop
Purple in their Styrofoam nah this shit ain't prune juice
Everything a green light don't let me let them goons loose
New Rich America treat me like the Mayor
Never read the news but we up early for that paper
Tryna make a million and spend it with my team
Never sleep busy chasing that young n***a dream

[Hook: 4x]:
Riding through the city, hi-beams on
Pre-Presidential Roley with them fly things on