Goldie

A$AP ROCKY

Uh, uh, I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough/ Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold/ Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes/ And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes/ Niggas talk shit'til they get lockjaw/ Chrome to ya dome'til ya get glockjaw/ Party like a cowboy or a rockstar/ Everybody play the tough guy'til shit pop off/ Let's take it to the basics/ You in the midst the greatness/ My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces/ Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist/ I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it/ A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just an understatement/ I'm early to the party but my'Rari is the latest/ Somehow it seems girls in they late teens/ Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous/ Life's a motherfucker ain't it? These other rappers aimless/ So tell me what your name is I'mma tell it to my stainless/ You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless/ It's just me, myself, and I and motherfuckers that I came with/ Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me/ Until I tell them to they face they ain't no G/ Low key, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' zig zag/ Tell'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with yo bitch ass/ Uh, uh, I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough/ Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold/ Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes/ And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes/ Niggas talk shit'til they get lockjaw/ Chrome to ya dome'til ya get glockjaw/ Party like a cowboy or a rockstar/ Everybody play the tough guy'til shit pop off/ Yes I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?/ It feel good wakin' up to money in the bank/ Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink/ And I'm so'bout it'bout it I might roll up in a tank/ Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link/ And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink/ Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank/ Whatchu mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissing pink/ You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state/ Man on the moon, got a condo out in space/ Open up your legs, tell me how it taste/ And them niggas talkin' shit so tell them “tell it to my face”/ Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick/ In a six, told her suck the dick, motorboat her tits/ I'm the shit, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' zig zags/ Tell'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with yo bitch ass/ Uh, uh, I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough/ Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold/ Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes/ And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes/ Niggas talk shit'til they get lockjaw/ Chrome to ya dome'til ya get glockjaw/ Party like a cowboy or a rockstar/ Everybody play the tough guy'til shit pop off/