Have you ever rode clean? (Clean)
Top chopped off fall in low when it crawls on the scene
High in the sky 'til the night falls then it's high-beam
Talkin' money on the clock, candy paint not a spot
Chrome clean, celebratin' to the scene
Have you ever rode clean?

If I was a rim I'd probably hug on the curb
And scrape the ground when I swang, dodgin' potholes when I swerve
Wrapped in some Vogues and it's true, not a pebblе in my groove
In a beef with the bumper 'causе it scrub when I move
Elevated, modulated with adapter
Now the ride is smoother, stop and take a picture, that's a shine
You should capture with a flick, a flame, if I was the trunk, it'd bang
I be throwed in the game, mane

Have you ever rode clean? (Clean)
Top drop don't fall in low when it crawls on the scene
High in the sky 'til the night falls then it's high-beam
Talkin' money on the clock, candy paint not a spot
Chrome clean, celebratin' to the scene
Have you ever rode clean?

If I was a grill, I'd shine my light on the real
And motherfuck all them laws to show them just how I feel
And fall in love with a chrome lady
And probably have chrome babies 'cause we got a real connection
And candy paint couldn't fade it, close but separated, I know, I know
But the neon's around me, so I glow, I glow
I'm like the best edition, like, who really needs a engine?
I smile, they wave in a distance, like, "My! "

Have you ever rode clean? (Clean)
Top drop don't fall in low when it crawls on the scene
High in the sky 'til the night falls then it's high-beam
Talkin' money on the clock, candy paint not a spot
Chrome clean, celebratin' to the scene
Have you ever rode clean?