[Intro] (Muse - Deep Bass Resonance Line) Low-frequency pulse riding the sub... Heavy bottom end holding the block down. 808s dropping, frame shaking the ground. Heavyweight rhythm, steady and sound. [Verse 1: Leonard] Sliding through the strip, low-slung, heavy frame Twin-turbo roar, I ain't playing with the name Lamborghini sitting low, scraping up the street Four-figure horsepower hitting on the beat Got the block on lock, pressure in the exhaust Adding up the wins, never counting what it cost Chrome hit the asphalt, blacked-out glass Stepping on the pedal while I’m throwing up the gas. [Verse 2: Anika] Switching up the lane, custom finish on the trim Cadillac creeping down, shining on the rim Face down, ass up, that’s the rhythm in the back Leather interior, velvet and black Got the diamond cuts glowing in the dark light Heavy bass booming through the middle of the night Running up the tempo, keeping all eyes on me Nothing in this picture that you get to see for free. [Verse 3: Sara] Spoke wheels spinning, gold plating on the wire Roll another blunt, light it up with the fire Velvet on the seats, smoke thick in the air Grip on the wheel with a cold-blooded stare Stacking up the paper while the bass drum hits Catching every glance when the headlights split Turn the system up till the body panels shake Everything we touch is a move we make. [Verse 4: Leonard] V12 engine with the Italian roar Scissor doors opening, stepping to the floor Got the custom exhaust blowing straight through the grid Doing everything that they said we never did Blacked-out rims with the sticky rubber tread Focused on the numbers and the big boy bread Blunt lit, thick smoke drifting out the vent Every single dollar double-checked where it went. [Verse 5: Muse] (Bass Line & Rhythmic Delivery) Sub-woofer heavy, trunk vibrating low Bottom end frequency controls the whole show Forty-two Hertz knocking hard through the frame Heavyweight rhythm, putting power to the name. [Verse 6: Anika] Face down, ass up, set the tempo to the floor When we pull up to the front, they be locking up the door Got the girls in the back with the icy wrist shine Sipping top-shelf liquor, living life by design Cadillacs rolling in a four-car fleet Bass hit so hard you can feel it in your feet No stopping the momentum when the engine starts to hum We already got the crown, now we taking what's to come. [Verse 7: Sara] Chrome wires twisting, ninety-six spokes Drifting through the avenue behind a cloud of smoke Girls riding shotgun, looking like a dream Heavy bass bumping, maximum on the stream Matching gold chains with the custom coat paint Living at a speed where the weak-hearted faint Keep the focus tight, keep the vision crystal clear We running this city every day of the year. [Verse 8: Leonard] Lambo in the front, Cadillac bringing up the rear Engine tone ringing loud and clear in your ear Got the blueprint laid, now we building out the throne Every piece of this machinery is built on our own Blunt rolled tight, white ash on the tray Moving heavy weight through the night into day Spoke wheels glisten when the streetlights flash Focus on the target, never slip on the cash. [Verse 9: Anika] High heels stepping out the low-rider frame Every single room we enter, everybody knows the name Face down, ass up, throw it back to the sound When the bass drops down, it reverberates the ground Glitz and the glamour backed by iron and steel Show you what it looks like when the power is real Got the game locked down, keys held in the hand Running every single inch of the land. [Verse 10: Muse] (Bass Line & Rhythmic Delivery) Ground-shaking low end, rolling through the street Pure sub-acoustic pressure driving the beat Low pass filter with the resonant drive Keeping the rhythm and the frequency alive. [Verse 11: Leonard] Final lap, full throttle, dropping down the gear Lambo and the Cadillac, eliminating fear Spoke wheels locked, blunt burning to the end Setting up the standard that they’ll never comprehend Face down, ass up, hit the final bass drop Started at the bottom, now we never gonna stop Execution precise, locked in place Paid the whole cost and we setting up the pace. [Outro] (Anika & Sara Harmony over Muse Bassline) (Anika) Face down, ass up, low-rider glide... (Sara) Spoke wheels, blunts lit, dynamic on the ride... (Muse) Deep bass holding, setting down the baseline tone... (Leonard) Anika Incorporated, sitting on the throne.
