—: Part 1 :—
—: Intro: A$AP Rocky :—
Okay, Okay, Okay, Okay~
Okay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay~
'kay, 'kay, Okay!
A$AP Rocky! N!gga
Pretty Flacko, N!gga
A$AP Sh!t! N!gga
—: Verse: Nigo & A$AP Rocky :—
I Just Want My Credit Like I'm Soulja
Camo Like Rambo
Big Draco 'cross The Shoulder
I'm Fine-Tuned On ITunes If You Shuffle
Test The Boy Le Suess Like
I Came To Tune Your Motor
Mother-Fu*ker, Mumble Rapper
I'd Rather Be A Mogul
Million Dollar Market
Deals Closing On My Mobile
Keep The Grass Cut
Got A Phobia For Cobra
You Should Low-Key Fu*k
The World When I'm Vulgar
Man I Used To Listen To That N!gga
When I Was Younger
Found Out He Is A Poser
When I Got A 'lil Older
My B!tch Used To Model For The Vogue
But She Older A Truce And A Foe
Sitting Around Watching Poker
No Buns In The Oven
Or Babies In The Stroller
Just Guns In The Cupboard
And Some Ladies Coming Over
See I'm A Pretty Boy
Manicures With The Rollers
And Babushkas On The Head
Like Grandmothers And The Roman
Some Women Throw Me Bras
Some Women Throw Me Roses
Might Even Flash A Titty While
She On A N!gga Shoulders
They Going Crazy At My Shows
She Passed Out If I Noticed Her
Yeah! We In The Building 'til
The Sh!t Is Forced For Closure
Yeah! We Not The Same
I Aingt Tryna Play It Like A Lame N!gga
Switch A Gang, Switch The Beat
Like The Track That's Playing
(That's Playing)
—: Part 2 :—
—: Verse: Nigo & Tyler, The Creator :—
Aye!o (Woo, Woo)
B!tch, I Called You A Uber
And That's The Only Way
I'm Giving You Payback (Yeah!)
My Sh!t Nasty Like That One N!gga From A$AP
Been Ill Since I Was Twelve
Was Rocky But Ended Swell
Now Say Tyler, Watch These Mother-Fu*kers
Start Ringing Bells (Ding-Dong)
'Cause I Spit Fire, And Sh!t Cold
This Sh!t So Mean, Nice Rocks And I Get Stones
This Sh!t So Clean And Bright, Bold (Yeah!)
The Gold Got A Grip Hold
All These Lucky Charms Like A Thick Bowl
The Diamonds All Appraised (N!gga), Yeah!
Why All Go To Avianne And
Why All Get A Lease In That B!tch
My Earlobes Got Them Yellow Boogers Like
I Sneezed In That B!tch (Achoo)
Your 808s Is Dry
You Need To Put Some Grease In That B!tch
And Let It Sit, N!gga
Fu*k What You Heard
And Fu*k Rap
I Make A Living Off That 4-Letter Word (GOLF)
One-Stop Shop, N!gga, Just To Sell Them Shoes
The Profit Margins Looking Higher
Than Them Airplane Views
Why All Getting Fu*ked In Your Deals
And They Share That Lube
I Push The C*m-Colored Beamer
And The Inside Blue (Skrrrt)
I Push An Elon Too, And The 675
The Long Tail, Like The Mane That's On A$AP Lou
Whips, Whips, Whips, Whips, Kunta Started A Fight
The 720 Ordered And I Still Go Ride Me A Bike
But Don't Follow In Yours (Nah)
Vill Behind Me In Sight (Yeah!)
My N!ggas Strictly Like 9s, Like Young Mike
And His Type (Pew-Pew)
Rip, You Better Zip That Lip And Zip Up Quick
And Sh!t, He'd Probably Suck My D!ck
And Kiss His B!tch (Mwah)
It's Two Sides To Each Coin, I Call Heads (Heads)
Been Counting So Much Goddamn Coin, My Palm Red (Uhh! )
I Spend It On Some Books And
Some Diamonds That Shed Light
And Them Hoes Shine
Just Like The Top Of A Bald Head, N!gga
—: Outro: A$AP Rocky :—
Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha, Yeah!