Money Cash Clothes (feat. A$AP Rocky)

Ayy, Swizz, lemme 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 AC 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've 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 hunnids, honey, we don't peel twenties (what?) Blue face, my boo cakes will probably steal from me (c'mon) 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 (oh) I do it for the bitches, make 'em boost and steal for me (yeah) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes Pi'erre goons with the earn up In your coupe doing burnouts (skrrt) Make your boo wear the perm up (ooh) Pretty nigga that you heard 'bout me (ooh) Ya heard? I heard you heard a word around the curb I took your bird out 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 cop the clothes they give away, I'm in my house with (bitch) I'm with your housewife, trying on my outfits, taking off her blouses More money, more cash, more clothes (what?) 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More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon) Rocky, you got Riri, let me have dem now Balenciaga bomber coat, I take hand me downs Especially if it's from A$AP, Harlem World, Mase back Hit 'em with the Diddy Glock 9, tell 'em take that He always keep the clips on him, marble floor, tip-toein' AP got the crib glowin', yeah Now she naked in the Rick Owens I'm runnin' round the mansion with the blick showin' Calvin Klein briefs with my dick showin' All black Prada bucket and I got a Chrome Heart Virgil died and not a inch of Louis, now we Goyard Go hard, Avirex leather with the Numi logo Horse in the carriage, sticks on us comin' through 'em Polo Hundred in the black whip, hundred in the tail fed Rapper game, Gucci'd down when I was on welfare Yeezy slidin' across the stage, the Grammy award goes Anything is possible, Drake got cornrows More money, more cash, more clothes (what?) 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I was with A$AP on Yams Day Power homecoming when the Draco let the band play Gold inside the 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 (c'mon) More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (c'mon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (what?) More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (what?) More money, more cash, more clothes (c'mon) Zombie on the track