[Intro: Jay Z]
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around,
Ay, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah!
Goes around comes around,
What goes, alright, like, like,
Life goes in cycles,
Everything that comes around goes around,
'Fore it goes down, get you some ice.
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around,
So 'fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles.
Audemars before all of y'alls,
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh.
12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh,
Willie in traffic, I'm Philly nice, uh.
E.T. on the handles, uh,
Handlebars like a Xanax,
Shammgod with the AND1 moves,
Throw that shit 'round your neck.
Right quick, broke boys get fixed,
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips,
Uh, that's a full cab and a back flip,
Uh, sidebar.
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it,
Raf movin' slow like a creep,
Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin',
And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that.
When's the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
I couldn't get from nobody out there,
When's the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody.
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don't get weak in the knees,
Hundreds spread out like a fan,
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals.
Open the sky, get a handful,
Torso marked up like a vandal,
How you not fuckin' with cash?
God gave you what you could handle,
Gave you what you could handle,
I got the grip like the handle.
And I'm bikin',
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel,
Hades got the angels,
TV's got the angles,
I'm brakin', god…
[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-mo,
Maybe the four wheel excitin' us more.
I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70's,
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
On my lapel, at the table I'm givin' a toast,
The first wedding that I've been in my twenties.
Thinkin' maybe someone is not something to own,
Maybe the government got nothing to do with it,
Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes,
Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone,
Me and my baby can't do on our own.
I landed a trick, got my impossibles,
I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose,
24 hours like they never close.
I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah,
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson,
I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads,
I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod.
Savage, I'm bikin', yeah!
[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
From Coldwater to the Shaw,
Alcoholic way I handle the bars.
This a PK, P.K. Ripper,
Nah, you can't fuck with the boy,
That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em,
My tire smokin' when I stop,
Okay, nobody fuckin' with me.
My accolades hang from my neck,
Pedal, I drown in the heat,
My sapphires drown in my sweat,
White mags, but I jet,
Jackson, I'm savin' the streets.
I'm Roger Rabbit in the air,
I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah!
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel,
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah!
I rose my rate, brand new brakes,
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date.
[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don't get weak in the knees,
Hundreds spread out like a fan,
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals.
Open the sky, get a handful,
Torso marked up like a vandal,
How you not fuckin' with cash?
God gave you what you could handle,
Gave you what you could handle,
I got the grip like the handle.
And I'm bikin',
I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel,
Hades got the angels,
TV's got the angles,
I'm brakin'.
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Got, got me fucked up,
Got a million dollar bike,
Got a million dollar bike!
Got, got me fucked up,
Got me fucked up, up,
Million dollar bike!
Got, got me fucked up, up,
Million dollar bike!
Got, got me fucked up,
Got a million dollar bike!
Got a million dollar bike!
Got, got me fucked up,
Got me fucked up, up,
Million dollar bike!
Got, got me fucked up, up,
Million dollar bike!