[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
You know I be that Lord Pretty Flacko
Jodye the Second, nigga
You know we had to hit you with another one
This time I got my niggas with me
We finna keep it trill in this bitch
Know what I'm saying?
If you a trill nigga, if you a trill bitch
Throw that shit up right now!
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Shotgun pop, make the monetary add
Chop, won props with a military badge
Went AWOL cause I serve 8-balls
And I straight eggnog with the military axe
Pimping when I'm pinning, bitch you couldn't tell me that
Way too live, where the cemetery at?
Way too smart to wear the penitentiary hat
So remember, to the end or to infinity it's swag
Skinny nigga, Pretty Flacko, nigga gripping that chopper
Party like a rocker, now my niggas wilding with Flocka
Guess who just walked in with a Goyard bag
Sixteen gold teeth and four gold slabs
One dime piece, you already know she bad
Givenchy tee and extraordinary
My wrist said I'm rich, my whips say I made it
My tat say A$AP and your bitch say I'm famous
My whole clique dangerous
We creeping and sweeping them grams up
For niggas and bitches and killas with triggers
Who bucking and keeping them hands up
[Hook]
If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up
If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Waka Flocka, loco loco, I don't fuck with po-po, po-po
FN on my hip, shorty, I'm not ridin' solo dolo
R.I.P. to Duncan Romo, pay for pussy, that's a no-no
Throwing money, dive in the crowd, shorty I take all that promo
Call me Pretty Gordo, baller, date a model, drinking Roma
Moscato keep me G'd up while I'm buying bottle after bottle
Thirty chicks, Frankie Lymon, he ain't balling, girl, he's just lying
Oh, broke-ass nigga, won't you keep on trying?
Killed the parking lot, it's our assignment
My watch say I made it, my chains say I'm rich
Diamonds in my mouth got me talking cash shit
Kush Clark Kent, for dough, bitch what I spit
Fuck your main girl off my down south accent, Waka Flocka
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich
I'm talking cash shit, cause Gucci Mane the shit (Gucci)
Hit a lot of licks, sold a lot of bricks
Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit
Gucci going loco, had that cocoa loco
Shorty say I fucked her, I don't really know, though
These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo
Blue and white diamonds bitch, I'm so Tony Romo
Thirty-four bricks, I crammed 'em in the van
Stack a lot of bands and I serve a lot of grams
Thirty-six O's, stamped with the dragon
Brick Squad, Bird Gang, yeah, we got them Falcons
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Pharrell]
Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller
Where's your bitch, nigga? We control her
The weed she holding while she be over
And when she saw my mothafuckin' keys it's over
And when I start it up, she like, "Lean me over"
Cold heart, warm dick, momma we be polar
I wore Louboutins before they knew what they was
They like, "Louis Vuitton? Naw, uh-uh, cuz"
That's when I realized they didn't know what they was
Them niggas actin' like I fuckin' stepped in blood
O-7 2-11 man, I put out duds
And ate space cakes that was filled with bud
And now 2012 nigga, look at these scuds
Green hair, money on my mind, hip hop grunge
You wear a cross I wear a Cartier nail
You niggas ain't fuckin' with Pharrell
My wrist sizzle hot like it's stuck in the chair
My jewelry's so loud, it's got something to share
Like a conspiracy, like it's ACHAP, everybody on my dick like Ahab
Wait, did I say that? First pause, then play back, recognize nigga, ASAP
[Hook]
