PMW (All I Really Need) (feat. Schoolboy Q) [Prod. by Nikhil "Kromatik" Seetharam & T-Minus]
A$AP Rocky [Verse 1] All I think about is life, nights, sippin' on Sprite Little codeine, nigga get throwed right Two blonde dykes wanna kiss all night I just pray to God that the shit go right Little arguments in the fist, don't fight Fuck a dog ho and the bitch gon' bite A$AP nigga, sip Cris all night So them R Kelly hoes gettin' pissed on twice Damn, how a young nigga get so nice Young nigga cold like he sit on ice Fuck broke, tryin' to be rich all life I could've been a criminal and just rolled dice My nuts hangin', my top back Hoes screamin' that Pac back Throwin' Westside, bandana tied A$AP life, gotta Pac tat Harlem world my whole block strapped Hoes all in my jock strap My whip white but my top black And my bitch white, but my cock black Purple drink, got that Tell these hoes all to twerk somethin' Bounce on me, bitch, hurt somethin' Tell her pop that pussy like it's worth somethin' So shawty, she a stunna and daddy, he a runna Be that pretty mothafucka, you could call me what you wanna Cause I'm in love with that ass, she in love with the cash So she shakin' it fast and then makin' the stacks And I'm takin' it back and I'm takin' her back To the house just to bust in her mouth and I'm kickin' her out
[Pre-Hook] How ‘bout me and you, and you and her Take a ride to make this high On and on and on and on On and on and on and on So I say
[Hook x4] Pussy, money, weed (Yeah) Pussy, money, weed (Y-yeah) Pussy, money, weed (Yeah) That's all a nigga need (Y-yeah)
[Verse 2: SchoolboAnnotatey Q] It's A$AP Q, where the bread at? Fuck around and bring the hush puppies back She fuck me and the homies, she was cool with that The block hot so I'm shaded in my bucket hat Pause a little bit, I gotta little advice If you fucked her once, then you could fuck her twice And don't get head from hoes with overbites Just giving out game, nigga show your right Born stunna nigga, turn night to bright High as a kite in my Nike Flights Made 30 Racks it was just a flight Flew a bitch out too, it was just a night Shorty got the booty make a nigga say, "Whoa" Can I suck your titties, tryna see how far I can go Try again and then again and she ain't telling me no Sweetie tell me how you feeling, can I feel on you more? She said, "I ain't fucking for free," but ain't shit I can't afford Shit, I'll pay you for it, now bounce that ass on my bungie cord Yeah, whoopsie daisy, put a good kid in your Section.80 Turn a baby into a lady, now here go the keys to my new Mercedes Cause shawty she a stripper, all you got to do is tip her She like ballers with some money screaming fuck them other niggas Now do A through Z for a G, panties go down to her feet Pussy get wetter for me, smackin' that ass to the beat, give her that Diggity-D [Verse 2] Smoking out, pouring up Purple drink up in my cup Bitches actin’ Hollywood But in my hood they wanna fuck Purple stuff, yellow tusk Yellow stuff look like a bust She look like the type to front But most likely the type to fuck Make a buck, catch a nut This shit be that trill livin’ Show you how the trill get it Nigga, Pimp C gone, but he still livin’ Cause I’m still sippin’ and my grill’s glistenin’ Got me gold grills, shinin’ and I’m still tippin’ Cause I’m still pimpin’, but it feel different Cause it’s trill pimpin’, nigga deal with it That’s all a nigga need, that’s all a nigga need Got a bitch up on my shoulder, got another on my sleeve I said these bitches know my steeze WV’s, weak in the knees Got them bitches movin’ them keys Rollin’ the weed, duckin’ them G’s Got a bad bitch from Belize, another overseas If she don’t wear no weave, then her hair down to her kn