Money Cash Clothes feat. A$AP Rocky

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-self Ayy, Swizz, let me talk to 'em It's game time, what the AP said Shoutout to every bad bitch that gave me head Fuck you to every nigga that pray me dead I'm alive, you gotta deal with me, JAY-Z dreads Drop the top, let the A/C spread Tell every rapper 'cept him and Nas to come and break me bread My morale cannot be stepped on I'm the real middle child, niggas get smoked like all the roaches I done slept on Don't get me started Who am I? I am the big homie to Lil Wayne Carter They tryna throw the book at Blood, but I'm the author I can still say Nine-Trey and my bandana stretch farther Than New York, it's like I'm walkin' on water How I end up in Heathrow with the Draco inside of my joggers? 'Til I'm back on the West side with my gun Livin' in Conway, Butcherin' Swizz Beatz and beef is always the entrée Sup, André? Far as the rest of you niggas, slide on you, mask on, nigga, I'm Ye Yeah, style on you bitches Flyin' birds before OVO put the owl on the stitches I been in the mix DeLeon with the FN on, it's hit or miss They sayin', "Rest in peace," 'cause I let it rip I used to rock it ASAP when I flick the wrist Now this nigga A$AP Rocky hoppin' in the whip Uh, yeah (A$AP nigga) Nigga, Harlem World to the west coast, nigga You know how fly niggas collide (Zombie on the track) Uh Coupe De Ville money (What?), hooper deal money (What?) New face hundreds, honey, we don't peel twenties (What?) Blueface, my boo cakes'll probably steal from me (Come on) In a new place, but got dudes that shoot and kill for me (Yeah) They look and stare funny (Yeah), but them hookers still love me (Yeah) Do it for the shooters 'cause the shooters feel for me (Ah) I do it for the bitches, make 'em boost and steal for me (Yeah) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes The year goons with the earn up In your coupe doing burnouts (Skrt) Make your boo wear the perm out (Oooh) Pretty nigga that you heard 'bout (Ooh) Ya heard? I heard a word around the curb I took your bird out (Yeah) She be with bad hoes, I just fuck to get the word out (Ooh) Special announcement (Uh) New Loewe on the way, can you pronounce it? (Bitch) You got the clothes they give away, I'm in my house with (Bitch) I'm with your housewife, tryin' on my outfits, takin' off her blouses More money, more cash, more clothes (What?) 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Let's go) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on) Rocky, you got Riri, let me have them now Balenciaga bomber coat, I take hand me downs 'Specially if it's from A$AP Harlem World, Mase back Hit 'em with the Diddy, Glock 9, tell 'em take that He always keep the clips on him Marble floor, tip-toein' AP got the crib glowin' Yeah, now she naked in the Rick Owens I'm runnin' round the mansion with the blick showin' Calvin Klein briefs with my dick showin' All black Prada bucket and I got a chrome heart Virgil died, not an inch of Louis, now we Goyard Go hard, Avirex leather with the Numi logo Horse in the carriage, sticks on us, comin' through 'em Polo Hundred in the black whip, hundred in the tail fin Rapper Dan, Gucci'd down when I was on welfare Yeezy slidin' across the stage, the Grammy award goes Anything is possible, Drake got cornrows More money, more cash, more clothes (What?) 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I was with A$AP on Yams Day Power homecoming when the Draco let the band play Gold inside a Lamb' chop, dip the Killa Cam way Free Gunna, free Thug, that's all I can say They tryna hit a nigga with the RICO off a handshake More money, more cash, more clothes (What?) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on)