[Verse 3: ASAP Rocky] Been rich for 'bout a year now, you ain't even know it Had a long talk with my accountant, I ain't even blow it The whole game bit my shit, you ain't even know it A$AP on the remix, you ain't even know it I say these niggas, need lord - got a crib they can't even afford In the club lookin' all bored Show 'em your money, you ain't even throw it And that crib you don't even own it That lean, you ain't even pour it Every bad bitch dream about my dick, you ain't even know it She poppin' and droppin' it lower Droppin' it down to the floor Give you the feeling it's yours, hoping you, score, you ain't even know her She asked about my journey as she sat upon my lap I said "I'm fresh up out the slums but I ain't never going back" You ain't know?
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa] We've got a lot of marijuana If you see me you got a problem Run up on me like you want it Guaranteed we're gonna solve it May be thinkin' someone shot him Hit him with a bottle I'mma let a nigga have it Started from the bottom Now my diamonds looking autumn And police don't even caught him It's a milli if you call him, presidential rollie It's a ticket if you want it And I'll show you lil' niggas you can get it if you want it
U-O-E-N-O...
That good weed you don't even blow See I drank so much Bombay in here tonight, can't even drive And that head feel so good to me that I can't even lie See me all up on the curb, you think I'm drunk when I'm swerving See you ask how much it cost, you niggas got a lot of nerve So much money All the motherfuckin' bottles up in here I got nervous Order more, car service - Phantom Rolls Royce curtains Roll one more and that's curtains Young Khalifa, that's curtains In Taylor Gang we worship
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 5: 2 Chainz] Got tats all on my skin, up to my forehead Tryna hide all this pain, I don’t wanna show it I’m about my dollars, I Creflo it What’s the use of havin' that ass if you ain’t gon' throw it? (tell ‘em) I say throw that ass (throw that ass…) Got the city on my back right now, I’mma need shoulder pads In every photograph I take – picture Niggas know I got them priors – Richard Jealous niggas I despise – pistol And if she a cutie-pie, I’ll eat you Got half a key in my car, you don’t even know it I don’t have a key to my car, that bitch foreign Ammunition on me, I Rambo it Watch me swag over this beat, I’m flamboyant