[Intro: Project Pat & Logic]
Still ridin' clean (Ridin' clean, ridin' clean)
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese, and gettin' my dick sucked
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
Still ridin' clean
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese, and gettin' my dick sucked

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Fresh
Like I jumped up out the casket (Uh-huh)
Rest in peace Michael Jackson, need a bad bitch (Hee-hee)
Rest in peace to that pussy, I'm a savage
Rest in peace to the club, I'm poppin' mad shit (Mad shit)
Rest in peace to my clothes 'cause I'm killin' 'em
Rest in peace to them hoes, I'm not feelin' 'em (Bye)
Rest in peace to the bitches from my past, they in the rear
I just pulled up in a Rolls, I want my flowers while I'm here

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
The cappin' is real, these n***as lackin' the skill (Lackin' the skill)
I get acted for real, I like to stack up the mills (Stack 'em, stack 'em)
Eatin' Captial Grille, put fifty racks in my grill
You know the diamonds disgusting, color E stands for eel (Hm-mhn)
I went flawless on n***as that separate from the crowd
Throw tsunamis on strippers they rack it up in a pile (Uh-huh)
They prepared the McLaren but but I might crawl in the spider
Ass-grippin' that ass, you know my touch is the midas
I be pullin' all-nighters, the sun beatin' me home
I live the life of a chief, call me Patrick Mahomes
I send a flight for the bitch, she's tryna pack up a home
I got one night for you, baby, right after that then I'm gone (I'm gone)
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Fresh
Like I jumped up out the casket (A casket)
Rest in peace Michael Jackson, need a bad bitch (Hee-hee)
Rest in peace to that pussy, I'm a savage
Rest in peace to the club, I'm poppin' mad shit (Mad shit)
Rest in peace to my clothes 'cause I'm killin' 'em (Hey)
Rest in peace to them hoes, I'm not feelin' them (Hey)
Rest in peace to the bitches from my past, they in the rear
I just pulled up in a Rolls, I want my flowers while I'm here

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Yeah, jumped up out the bed and I count some new paper (Count some new paper)
Then I wipe my ass with a roll of blue faces (It's nothin')
I don't trust these hoes they in love with the racks
Don't close the door on the Rolls, I press a button for that (Swag)
If I fuck a n***a bitch, he heartbroken, pathetic (Huh)
You know I killed the pussy, check the obituary (Check it)
Most of all these n***as hatin' wanna be just like me (Yup)
Red bottoms on my sneakers, n***a, these ain't Nike's (Hm-hmm)
I'm in private, in a cockpit, talkin' fly shit
Rollin' my shit, gettin' high with the pilot
Still fresh and clean, while they throw dirt on my name (Dirt on my name)
Watch me hop up out the plane and hop in that Mulsanne and I'm

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Fresh
Like I jumped up out the casket
Rest in peace Michael Jackson, need a bad bitch (Hee-hee)
Rest in peace to that pussy, I'm a savage
Rest in peace to the club, I'm poppin' mad shit (Mad shit)
Rest in peace to my clothes 'cause I'm killin' 'em (Hey)
Rest in peace to them hoes, I'm not feelin' them (Hey)
Rest in peace to the bitches from my past, they in the rear
I just pulled up in a Rolls, I want my flowers while I'm here
[Outro: Project Pat]
Still ridin' clean (Ridin' clean, ridin' clean)
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese, and gettin' my dick sucked
Still ridin' clean (Ridin' clean, ridin' clean)
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese, and gettin' my dick sucked
Still ridin' clean (Ridin' clean, ridin' clean)
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese, and gettin' my dick sucked
Still ridin' clean (Ridin' clean, ridin' clean)
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese, and gettin' my dick sucked