Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Flippin' patties, sizzle poppin' like a live wire,
Fries rainin' down, oil splatter, won't retire.
Clown with a crown, got the world on his tray,
Big Mac dreams, every night, every day.

[Chorus]
Golden arches glow, we on a sesame throne,
McFlurry in my hand, ice cream cone zone.
Quarter Pounder squad, yeah, we grind to the bone,
Fast food royalty, this the grease-stained throne.

[Verse 2]
Sweet tea stream flow like liquid gold,
Nugget gold rush, twenty pieces I hold.
Breakfast ‘round the clock, McMuffin unfold,
Syrup drippin' on my wrist, I’m feelin' too bold.

[Bridge]
Drive-thru lanes where the deals exchange,
Happy meal treasures make the kids' day strange.
From sunrise flips to the midnight range,
You hear the fryer choir; we remain unchanged.

[Chorus]
Golden arches glow, we on a sesame throne,
McFlurry in my hand, ice cream cone zone.
Quarter Pounder squad, yeah, we grind to the bone,
Fast food royalty, this the grease-stained throne.

[Verse 3]
Sprite fizz sharper than a knife in my stash,
Apple pie hidden, it’s my guilty cash.
Menu hacks, stacking racks, makin' flavors clash,
Two all-beef patties with the secret sauce splash.