| I went to the moped store and said «Fuck it» | 
| Salesman’s like «What up, what’s your budget?» | 
| And I’m like «Honestly, I don’t know nothing 'bout mopeds» | 
| He said «I got the one for you, follow me» | 
| Woohoo, it’s too real | 
| Chromed out mirror, I don’t need a windshield | 
| Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels | 
| Eight hundred cash, that’s a hell of a deal | 
| I’m headed downtown, cruising through the alley | 
| Tip-toeing in the street like ballet | 
| Pulled up, moped to the valet | 
| White walls on the wheels like mayonnaise | 
| Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels | 
| Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank | 
| And a bad little mama with her ass in my face | 
| I’m gonna lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-Kat | 
| Snuck her in the backstage, you don’t need a wristband | 
| Dope, killing the game, 'bout to catch a body | 
| Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati | 
| Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman | 
| Goddamn, man, everybody got Bugattis | 
| I wanna keep it hella 1987 | 
| Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a Kawasaki | 
| I’m stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the Wasabi | 
| I’m so low that my vag is almost dragging up on the concrete | 
| My seat is leather, alright, I’m lying, it’s pleather | 
| But girl, we could still ride together | 
| You don’t need an Uber, you don’t need a cab | 
| Fuck a bus pass, you got a moped man | 
| She got 1988 Mariah Carey hair | 
| Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere | 
| Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air | 
| Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player | 
| Downtown, downtown (Downtown) | 
| Downtown, downtown (Downtown) | 
| She has her arms around your waist | 
| With a balance that will keep her safe | 
| (Downtown) | 
| Have you ever felt the warm embrace | 
| (Downtown) | 
| Of a leather seat between your legs | 
| Downtown | 
| You don’t want no beef, boy | 
| Know I run the streets, boy | 
| Better follow me towards | 
| Downtown | 
| What you see is what you get, girl | 
| Don’t ever forget, girl | 
| Ain’t seen nothing yet until you’re | 
| Downtown | 
| Dope | 
| Cut the bullshit, get off my mullet | 
| Stone washed, so raw, moped like a bulletyee-ow, you can’t catch me | 
| A po-po can’t reprimand me | 
| I’m in a B-Boy stance, I’m not dancing | 
| I got your girl on the back going tandem | 
| Cause I’m too damn quick, I’m too damn slick | 
| Whole downtown yelling out «Who that is?» | 
| It’s me, the B, the I-L, the L | 
| Sounding like a French pimp from back in the day | 
| I take her to Pend Oreille and I water skate | 
| I mean, water ski, ollie, ollie, oxen free | 
| I’m perusing down Fourth and they watching me | 
| I do a handstand, the eagle lands on my seat | 
| Well hello, but baby, the kickstand ain’t free | 
| Now do you or do you not wanna ride with me? | 
| I got one girl, I got two wheels | 
| She a big girl, but ain’t a big deal | 
| I like a big girl, I like 'em sassy | 
| Going down the backstreet listening to Blackstreet | 
| Running around the whole town | 
| Neighbors yelling at me like, «You need to slow down» | 
| «Going thirty-eight, damn, chill the fuck out | 
| Mow your damn lawn and sit the hell down» | 
| If I only had one helmet, I would give it to you, give it to you | 
| Cruising down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view | 
| There’s layers to this shit, player, tiramisu, tiramisu | 
| Let my coat-tail drag but I ain’t tearing my suit, tearing my suit | 
| Downtown, downtown (Downtown) | 
| Downtown, downtown | 
| She has her arms around your waist | 
| With a balance that will keep her safe | 
| Have you ever felt the warm embrace | 
| (Downtown) | 
| Of a leather seat between your legs | 
| Downtown | 
| You don’t want no beef, boy | 
| Know I run the streets, boy | 
| Better follow me towards | 
| Downtown | 
| What you see is what you get, girl | 
| Don’t ever forget, girl | 
| Ain’t seen nothing yet till you’re | 
| Downtown |