[Intro: A$AP Rocky] Cause you are beautiful Yes it's true Baby yes it's true Cause you are beautiful Ooh, beautiful [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Wingman 'til I turn into the main man I've been ballin' so long, need an Ace band Calvin Klein on my waistband In Adidas tracksuits like we breakdance Say man, how it feel to be a made man? Shit I be feelin' like I'm God, like I made man Black man gettin' money through the made men Paper chasin', let saber scrape And get money, fuck a case Did they ever tell you money has no race? You still livin' like a caveman No agenda, hunger, don't discriminate I remember empty plates, was nothin' on it for the grace But both prayin' hands, I need an amen You talkin' Kirkin, I'm gettin' Franklins You lookin' braided, she lost her Ray Bans She like the rain dance, I make it rain bands Fuck that, Flacko talk that shit
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Made my pop proud and my mother smile Locked towns, rocked crowds in the hundred thousands Make music, make moves, make movies Make time to thank the Lord that was great to me A real boss don't move for nobody But my shooter, he got plenty bodies, he hit anybody Each and everybody, somebody Any, any, eenie meenie minie moebody, stiff Nobody live Damn
[Interlude: Lil B] It's your boy Lil B A$AP what up We just made history, you know that, right? Let's go
[Verse 3: Lil B] Yeah, I make it rain by the corner store She said I made it far but I wanted more I got drivers with no cars I had battles with no scars If you wanna be Mufasa You could die too, my bullets givin' Oscars And my guns givin' Grammys I know Clams got me, A$AP my family So how can I lose? When I know that BasedGod, he made new rules Gave me the juice, passed off diamonds Hot in the winter, and cold when it's shinin' Wanna be great, I just wanna be great The BasedGod's perfect, but that's just the surface So what we talkin' 'bout? Devil's steady lurkin' Double edged sword, draw blood when you turnin' In my condo that I designed I would never buy it if it wasn't mine I don't need a gun, I just need the bullets Money not racist, my drugs caucasian Guns from Russia, rocks from Sweden No ones believes me, the world thinks I'm evil But what if I'm poor? I guess I always wanted more