Omg

	  		Chorus: Pharrell 
Em 
Pullin up with the coupe 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
Must've done something with the roof 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
You sitting looking stupid on the stoop 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
I would take notes if I were you 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross 
So we know true north 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
Fuck the law 
It's a shame nigga, rhyme 
Nigga, love crime 

verse 1: Vic Mensa 
Em 
It's a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans 
          Em 
Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands 
Em 
Swiss bank counting clean money with dirty hands 
          Em 
With some hood niggas that's ready to bang with the Klan 
         Em 
Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand 
        Em 
French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman 
    Em 
We threw up the pyramids, now they say we Illuminati 
Em 
Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O'Reilly 
Em 
No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king 
Em 
Jewelry so cold, made 'em blow the nose off the Sphinx 
Em 
Fuck you think? I'ma be some type of role model? 
Em 
I go full throttle desperado, that's the motto 
B 
Vic in Chicago, it's Hugh Heff at the grotto 
Brazilian model, she mean mugging like Frida Kahlo 
B 
Drinking a horchata with an Alicia Machado 
Bitch, I'm the ticket, you just hit the lotto 

Chorus: Pharrell 
Em 
Pullin up with the coupe 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
Must've done something with the roof 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
You sitting looking stupid on the stoop 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
I would take notes if I were you 
(Oh my goodness) 
            Em 
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross 
      Em 
So we know true north 
(Oh my goodness) 
                 Em 
Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
Fuck the law 
        Em 
It's a shame nigga, rhyme 
Nigga, love crime 

verse 2: Vic Mensa 
Em 
Young Vic, the diamond's finest 
I shine like Puff signed Shyne 
Em 
Except I signed to the Roc 'cause I'm timeless 
Em 
Top off the Masi, my behavior is mindless 
Em 
Old kids, nigga, we major, you minors 
Em 
Fresh out the cell to the booth, drop the Dylan Roof 
Em 
I'm still in the hood, tell Zimmerman "Shoot" 
Em 
Hold my nuts with an OJ glove, fuck the judge 
Em 
You rappers is false flagging, you a fashion blood 
Em 
What's brackin' cuz? What you know about gangbanging? 
Em 
What's VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin'? 
Am 
Free Vic Mensa Amistad chain swanging 
B 
This that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan 
Em 
I'm Balmaing without paying, y'all playing 
Em 
We higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan 
B 
Suicide Gallardo, that's the sacrificial lamb 
B 
I'm killa season Cam 
No lives matter, blam 

Chorus: Pharrell 
Em 
Pullin up with the coupe 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
Must've done something with the roof 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
You sitting looking stupid on the stoop 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
I would take notes if I were you 
(Oh my goodness) 
            Em 
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross 
      Em 
So we know true north 
(Oh my goodness) 
                 Em 
Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
Fuck the law 
        Em 
It's a shame nigga, rhyme 
Nigga, love crime 

verse 3: Pusha T 
Em 
Every other night, I’m outside with the nine 
Em 
You ain’t got chips, fuck the world 
        Em 
You got chips, you could fuck the next man’s girl 
Em 
Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world 
Em 
The weight kiss told us should never be misquoted (no) 
Em 
Them guns that you wave on the camera? We been toting (yeah) 
Em 
Selling love potion my whole rap career 
Em 
So your streams and downloads could never match the kid's 
B 
We could go foreign for foreign until it’s boring 
My sheep will keep jumping the fence until you’re snoring 
B 
Street poetry, I'm on Wale Folarin 
'Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn 
Em 
Written on the globe 
Face to a table full of blow 
Fresh powder skiing in the snow 
Em 
Type of rappers we know 
Got the right numbers on a kilo 
Burn the carter down like I’m Nino 

Chorus: Pharrell 
Em 
Pullin up with the coupe 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
Must've done something with the roof 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
You sitting looking stupid on the stoop 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
I would take notes if I were you 
(Oh my goodness) 
            Em 
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross 
      Em 
So we know true north 
(Oh my goodness) 
                 Em 
Smilin', with 50 karats in my jaw 
(Oh my goodness) 
Em 
Fuck the law 
        Em 
It's a shame nigga, rhyme 
Nigga, love crime