(Intro – A$AP Rocky)
Yeah, I’m yeah, I’m yeah, I’m yeah, I’m
(Chorus – A$AP Rocky)
Yamborghini high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these ni**as fake
No, we can’t relate
Boys get Yamborghini high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bi**hes, bi**hes, bi**hes, bi**hes
Yamborghini high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these ni**as fake
No, we can’t relate
Boys get Yamborghini high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bi**hes, bi**hes, bi**hes, bi**hes
(Verse 1 – A$AP Rocky)
Yeah, I’m getting cake, yeah, it’s no debate
Yeah, I fornicate with foreign hoes that I date, like, every day
Yeah, yeah, I rock the Raf, yeah, I bought the Wraith
Yeah, I’m out of state, yeah, I like to race
Yeah I’m, yeah I’m, yeah I’m, yeah I’m
Yeah, I wake up late, yeah, I’m out of shape
Yeah, I’m eating crêpes
Yeah, I’m sipping wine, yeah, she feed me grapes
She make no mistakes, we make no complaints
I love how she think she graduated with that brain
She go to
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – A$AP Nast)
Tool on my waist, shades on my face
Money in the bank, make no mistake
Nast does it great
Yeah, hoes wanna f**k, car, pop the front
7:45 on the f**king dot, your bi**h down to ride
Leaving wit me cause I’m a G
Made in the streets, rep for the streets
So I keep a piece
Ni**as try to front, act if he want
Act like he tough, end up in a box laying on the side
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – A$AP Ant)
My mama told me save that money
Bank accounts, don’t spend that bread
Cash out on new necklaces
14 karat bracelet
Dibble dabble with the lean
High tech with the Preme
Soda as I whipped the yola
Lambo red, Coca Cola
My bros Cosa Nostra
Riding on a speedboat
She s*ck a ni**a, deep throat
Rey Mysterio
When I’m jumping off the tightrope
Banana clip with the scope
Wearing all white
Like I’m the mothaf**king goat
(Verse 4 – A$AP Ferg)
I’m on a Yamborghini high, flying through the sky, hey yo
Yammy’s vision got us rich, catching a ni**a, drive by, hey yo
Sipping the Henny got me gone, now I’m getting in my zone, hey yo
R.I.P. to my ni**a, the gallon going to my dome, hey yo
This how it feel to be rich, in the mix, yeah
Where…is at? Yamborghini with the sh*ts, yeah
Need a new
I ain’t with the gay s**t, but love my, yeah
My….why I’m always chilly
Can’t believe a ni**a made a couple milli
Bout to cop the house up in the hillies
With the bad bi**hes in the building
Wood grain with the roof gone
Make a ni**a fold like a futon
Getting bread like a crouton
Tell me what the f**k you want
(Repeat Chorus)
(Bridge)
OG, yeah we keep it low key
With the Rollies, OG
Damn I got the right
Ni**a I’m an OG, gotta
(Outro)
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talking bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talking bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talking bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talking bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talking bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talking bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talking bout
Kushed out, leaned out, know what I’m talking bout
