[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky] Cocky and conceited I got a bunch of reasons Refused to be mistreated I'll be damned if I repeat it I be that Pretty Flacko I tell her go retweet it I ask her for her number I fuck her, then delete it Chillin' in my drop Nigga beatin' down yo' block Shakin' off the pigs And I leave it like my top Bitch up on my cock Got my hand up on my Glock, uh Money in my sock Nigga give me what you got You could call me Mr. Retail PL for my females Bitches suck me down low You niggas on the DL I interrupt yo shit quick, yeah I'm on my Ezel Dump 'em by the ocean you can find 'em with the seashells Rollin' rollin' rollin' I ain't talkin' 'bout no pills Cars stolen, stolen, make em tell about ? Gettin' all this money give a fuck 'bout how you feel Feelin' on this ?
[Hook: Danny Brown] Chopper, choppa hundred shots Knocking pictures off your wall All these hoes on my balls Like gimme' what you got Straght drop in a pot Got the watch, throw it once And it's hot, non-stop Like gimme' what you got What you got, Gimme what you got
[Verse 2: Joey Fatts] Strapped up and weeded Beefin' I got my reasons We creepin' Better pray that you blessed when the snub sneazin' My bitches, love eatin' So that's threesome when we meetin' Yo bitch cheatin' Wait 'til you leave and she swallow semen I'm probably the realest breathin' under 25 I'm the finest 2Pac Shakur if he didn't die From the side where hammers is hereditary Michael Vick with clips Pull off the hip and send bullets to your secondary Run the field like Barry Livin' legendary Foreign cars vary Stickin' dick in business secretaries Hoes give me they heart like its the fourteenth of February Played up from the start I'm just fucking legal for you to marry It's too much money in this world to worry bout a bitch Unless she workin' the strip makin' my pockets flip My kind of bitch Man she quick and slide off in a Jeep I haven't trusted a bitch since T.L.C. creep