1. Fucking Problems ft. 2 Chainz, Drake, A$AP Rocky, & Kendrick Lamar 3:54

[Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, 2 Chainz & Drake, Drake, A$AP Rocky, & *A$AP Rocky & Drake*]
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
If finding somebody real (Yeah) is your fucking problem
*Bring* yo' (Ya) *girls to the crib, maybe we can solve (Solve)* it
Ayy

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, bitches, simmer down (Down, uh)
Taking hella long, biatch, give it to me now (Uh)
Make that thang pop like a semi or a (.9) .9
Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy-shimmy-yah, huh? (Huh?)
A$AP (Yeah)
Get like me (Uh)
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me (Yeah)
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me (Uh)
But the chrome to your dome make ya sweat like Keith (Keith)
'Cause I'm the n***a
The n***a, n***a
Like, "How ya figure?" (Yeah, yeah)
Getting figures and fucking bitches
She rolling Swishers
Brought her bitches, I brought my n***as (Uh)
They getting bent up (Uh) off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it (Lick it, alright, lick it, lick it, lick it)
They say money make a n***a act niggerish (Uh, niggerish)
But least a n***a, n***a rich (Rich)
I be fucking broads like I be fucking bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fucking boys
Beast (Beast, hahahahaha)
[Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, 2 Chainz & Drake, Drake, A$AP Rocky & Drake, & *A$AP Rocky*]
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring yo' (*Ya*) girls to the crib, maybe we can (Ooh) solve (Solve) it
Ayy

[Verse 2: Drake]
I know ya love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the n***as you've been leading on
Made me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speaking on, oh, word?
Ain't heard my album? Who ya sleeping on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain't a fucking sing-along 'less ya brought the weed along
Then ju—okay, I got it
Then just drop down and get cha eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shit chu talking 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay da make it bigger, Ion't pay for no reduction
If it's coming from a n***a Ion't know, then Ion't trust it
If ya coming for my head, then, muh'fucker, get da busting
Yes, Lord, Ion't really say this of-mmm
But this long-dick n***a ain't for the long talking
I'm beast
[Chorus 2: 2 Chainz, 2 Chainz & Drake, Drake, A$AP Rocky & Drake, & *A$AP Rocky*]
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring yo' (*Ya*) girls to the crib, maybe we can solve (Solve) it

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh
Yeah, hoe, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside in the Valley now
Vacay'ed in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali (Mmm)
Got cha girl on my line, world on my line
The irony, I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a n***a don't exist
Girl
I know ya want thi' dih
Girl
I'm Kendrick Lamar (Mmm)
AKA Benz is to me just a car (Mmm)
That mean yo' friends-es need be up to par
See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (Mmm)
Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say:
"Halle—
Berry
Halle—
'Lujah
Holla
Back
I'll
Do ya"
Beast
[Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, 2 Chainz & Drake, Drake, A$AP Rocky & Drake, & *A$AP Rocky*]
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring yo' (*Ya*) girls to the crib, maybe we can solve (Solve) it
Ayy

2. Work (Remix) ft. A$AP Ferg, French Montana, Trinidad James, ScHoolboy Q, & A$AP Rocky 7:44

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
I gotta close the window before I record (Yeah)
'Cause New York don't know how da be quiet (Be quiet, straight off the plane)
(Work)
Dropping the flame, stand up (Stand up)
(Work)
Ferg (Ferg)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (Oh)

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
A lotta n***as die (Yeah, die)
Due to these streets (Oh, streets)
A lotta mamas cry (Yeah, cry)
Due to this beef (Oh, beef)
Purple Kush got (Yeah) me high (High)
Don't wanna leave (Oh, leave)
See my daddy in Heaven (Yeah, Heaven)
He be the realest G (Oh, G)
And yo' bitch, I got her (Got her)
She like my Tommy boxers (Boxers)
N***a, I ain't no boxer (Boxer)
I let that Tommy box 'em (Yeah, box 'em)
Make 'em say, "Ugh" (Ugh)
Silkk the Shocker (Shock, Shocker)
Very-rare Versace (Versace?)
I bet my silk will shock her (Shock her)

[Chorus 1: A$AP Ferg]
Put in work (Work)
Put 'em in the dirt (Bang 'em)
Semi gon' squirt (Squirt)
Damn, he got murked (Damn)
Who got that work? (Work)
He got that work (Work, spray 'em)
She pop that pussy (Pussy)
She make it twerk (Oh, twerk)
A couple model bitches (Bitches)
Thought I balled for the Lakers (Lakers)
All they know is suck and fuck (Fuck) and speak a different language (Language)
She like that Cocaina ('Aina)
She sniff it off my banger (Banger)
She like da blow my .9 (.9)
I think she's going brainless (Brainless)
Put in work (Work)
Put 'em in the (Coo) dirt (Coo, bang 'em)
Semi gon' squirt (Squirt)
Damn, he got murked (Damn)
Who got that work? (Work, oh)
He got that work (Work, spray 'em)
She pop that pussy (Pussy)
She make it twerk (Twerk)
A couple model bitches (Bitches)
Thought I balled for the Lakers (Lakers, coo-coo)
All they know is suck and fuck and speak a different language (Language)
She like that Cocaina
She sniff it off my banger (Uh)
She like da blow my .9 (Oh)
I think she's going brainless

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
All my Dominican n***as (N***as)
Got me speaking Spanish (Spanish)
Now that I'm rapping (Rapping)
I'm fucking different singers (Yeah, singers)
Celine Dion (On)
Mariah Carey (Carey)
I got them Nick Cannons (Cannons)
If you coming at me (Bang, bang)
Couple of them skinny n***as (N***as)
That be trigger happy (Trigger)
Feel them candy girls, make them do the Laffy Taffy (Coo-coo)
They pop a pill
Then they pop a bullet (Ugh)
Man, fucking with this n***a like
Playing Russian Roulette (Bang)
I ain't wanna pull it (Pull it)
But I had a do it (Do it)
I be out da 'morrow ('Morrow)
My lawyer's Jewish (Jewish)
He work hard (Hard)
He put in work (Work)
He put in work (Work)
Got these n***as going berserk ('Serk)
Riding music (Music)
I see you riding to it (Work)
Bang 'em over the head (Bang)
N***a (Bang), that (Bang) for (Bang) talking foolish (Bang, coo-coo)
N***a, work hard (Hard)
Put in work (Work)
Put in work (Work)
Got these n***as going berserk ('Serk)

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie Poppa (Baby)
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers (Whoo)
But really though
She a silly (Yeah) hoe
'Cause ya know the Fergenstein getting plenty (Uh) dough
She don't get nothing from a n***a (Uh) though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios (Uh)
Kinda silly though
But I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though
On my window
So ya see a n***a shining in the Benzo
Balling (Skrrt)
Got me feeling like Jim (Yeah) Jones
I'm a pimp though
No limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put in work
Run up on a killer, then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the building, semi gon' squirt
That's what a n***a get when they getting on my nerves
I ain't lying (Lying)
Lay 'em on the curb
Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg (Damn)
Girl, you twerk
Twerk that kitty, girl, make it purr (Coo-coo)
Put in work
Flacko, put 'em in the dirt (Yeah)
French got the shovel, he gon' put him in the Earth (Uh)
Trinidad maniac with an all-gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work
ScHoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work, he'll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Haan (Haan)
That ain't Kanye (Ye, nope)
That's Montana ('Tana)
Loose cannon (Haan)
He shot me, so I had a do it (Do it)
Put him in the dirt (Dirt)
Put him in it first (First)
I just sold a swammy wit' ten homis on it (Oh)
Her ass fat
You could park
Ten Tahoes on it (Haan)
When they masked up (Up)
Coming for your ice (Ice)
When they bare-faced (Faced)
They coming for your life (Life)
Baby, don't pray for me, pray for the weak (Weak)
I'm drinking lean (Lean)
It help me sleep (Sleep)
Illuminati? ('Nati)
I'm from the streets (Streets)
Never sold my body (Body)
We taking bodies (Bodies)

[Chorus 2: A$AP Ferg]
Put in work (Work)
Put in work (Work)
Put in work (Work)
Put 'em in the dirt (Roof)

[Verse 5: Trinidad James]
Shoutout that motherland
12-years-old wit' guns in hand
They-on't ask no questions, n***a
All they do is bang
Bang
Bang
They-on't ask no questions
All they do is bang
Bang (Let go)
I, I said I do this for them shottas (Hawk-hawk)
Trinidad, I love ya (Let's go)
I do this for them shottas (Hawk-hawk)
Jamaica, I'm your brother (Let's go)
I know a bitch from VI (What?)
Yeah-yeah-yeah, that's my partner (Yep)
You got a problem with it
Then-Then-Then-Then that's your problem
I fuck wit' Asian n***as and I fuck wit' Migos (Let's go)
I fuck wit' Haitian n***as, all they speak is Creole (Hawk-hawk)
I said all I speak is real (Hawk)
Y'all n***as might hate me, but
That don't get no deal (No)
I said no, that don't get no deal (No)
I just now got my deal, but I've been getting this money (Nah)
No green card in this struggle
Immigration give you nothing but work

[Chorus 2: A$AP Ferg & Trinidad James, A$AP Ferg, & Trinidad James]
Put in work (Work)
Work, put in work (Work)
Work, put in work

[Verse 6: ScHoolboy Q]
Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk (Oh)
A lotta n***as died (Yawk, yawk), should've been from Hoover Street (Whoo)
No, I do not have a car (Yawk)
But I could buy (Yawk) one every (Yawk) week (Yawk)
Pimping like (Yawk) I'm 33 (Yawk)
Move keys like (Yawk) I'm 36 (Yawk)
Ship O's like (Yawk) I'm 28 (Yawk)
Tacoma know (Yawk) I'm pushing weight (Yawk)
My heart live (Yawk) where Santa stay (Yawk)
Eating off (Yawk) your dinner plate (Yawk)
O-X-Y (Yawk), I'm in your state (Yawk)
Super fly, I need a cape (Cape)
Bitches throwing pussy back-and-forth, they on my dick (Whoo)
Passion dripping off her lip (Yawk)
She say she never had a Crip (A$AP, yawk, uh, yawk)
Put in work (Yawk)
All big booties, make it twerk (Yawk)
All big titties, lift your shirt (Yawk)
Show a player (Yawk) what cha worth (Yawk)
Yawk, put in work (Yawk)
Spray his ass (Yawk) in front of the church (Yawk)
Deacon (Yawk) said I did my shit (Yawk)
That pastor said (Yawk), "That n***a turnt" (Yawk)
Pop my collar (Yawk) on my shirt (Yawk)
Make these bitches (Yawk) go berserk (Yawk)
Shipping units (Yawk), Captain Kirk (Yawk)
Taking Xannies (Yawk), popping Percs (Yawk)
Might not last, I'll bomb you first (Yawk)
Turn yo' backseat to a hearse (Yawk)
Back to the lab with Mother Earth (Yawk)
Had to give Young Ferg a verse (Yawk)

[Verse 7: A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, & A$AP Ferg & A$AP Rocky]
A lotta homies cried, due da crimes, homicide
Driving by, popping .9s, Pakistan, Columbine
Outta line, pistols barking (Argh, argh)
Ride-or-die
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
You want that pretty Flacko? (Uh)
Ratchets, designer jackets (Yeah)
The same n***as who jack it (Uh)
Be the first who claim we faggots (Yeah)
My bitch is a movie actress (Uh)
Side bitch won a beauty pageant (Yeah)
Got a chick that worked at Magic (Uh)
But I'm so damn fine, make a bitch look average (Yeah)
See, my daddy in Heaven (Yeah)
Right next to Ferg's (Uh)
You know what's up, I'm throwing bucks
Loaded Lux, put in work (Work)

3. Praise the Lord (Da Shine) ft. A$AP Rocky & Skepta 3:26

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Get it (Get it)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky, A$AP Rocky, & Skepta]
Text a message, Ion't know the number
Flexing on these n***as, every bone and muscle
Steady-taking shots, but never hurting numbers
Even then, y'all-on't worry nutting
And I'd like to give a shoutout to my n***as with a game plan
And shoutouts all my n***as with escape plans
Uh
20 bands
Rain-dance
We could either rain-check or we can make plans
Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay, let's rock-and-roll this
Time da go, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, locked-and-loaded
Diamonds glowing, chart-climbing on 'em
You'd think I'm jumping out the window how I got 'em open
Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over
Sometimes, I even stop the smoking when it's time da focus
My shades, Dior, my pants, velour
Create
Explore
Expand
Conquer
I

[Chorus 1: Skepta]
Came
I saw
I came
I saw
I praise
The Lord
Then break
The law
I take
What's mine
Then take
Some more
It rains
It pours
It rains
It pours
I came
I saw
I came
I saw
I praise
The Lord
Then break
The law
I take
What's mine
Then take
Some more
It rains
It pours
It rains
It pours (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Skepta]
I sold
The pack
The loose
The hard (Yeah)
I listened
To X
I peeped
The bars (Yeah)
The snakes
The rats
The cats
The dogs
The game's
A trap
Protect
Your heart (Yeah)
I waited
In line
Return
Refine
The new
Design
It's time
To shine
To shine
To shine
To shine
To shine
I hustle
I flex
The world
Is mine
So, please
Believe
Allow
The greaze
These n***as
Disease
Don't speak
We squeeze
I make
The Devil
Go weak
The knees
You hate
You're lame
Your loss
I

[Chorus 2: Skepta & A$AP Rocky]
Came
I saw
I came
I saw
I praise
The Lord
Then break
The law
I take
What's mine
Then take
Some more
It rains
It pours
It rains
It pours
I came
I saw
I came
I saw
I praise
The Lord
Then break
The law
I take
What's mine
Then take
Some more
It rains
It pours (Uh)
It rains (Uh)
It pours
She

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky & Skepta]
Came (Whoo)
I came (Whoo)
Now, what's (Whoo)
My name? (Whoo)
My chain (Whoo)
My pants (Whoo)
My pants (Whoo) with the chain (Whoo)
They know (Whoo)
It's me (Whoo)
The hat (Whoo)
And the shades (Whoo)
They heard (Whoo)
My voice (Whoo) and they ran to the stage (What?)
My Vans
My braids (What?)
My mans
My babes (What?)
My girls
My ex (What?)
My hoes that I left (What?)
The way
I stepped out the car (What?)
That's a flex (What?)
Give thanks
Get fresh (What?)
Praise the Lord, then finesse (What?), bless (I)

[Chorus 1: Skepta]
Came
I saw
I came
I saw
I praise
The Lord
Then break
The law
I take
What's mine
Then take
Some more
It rains
It pours
It rains
It pours
I came
I saw
I came
I saw
I praise
The Lord
Then break
The law
I take
What's mine
Then take
Some more
It rains
It pours
It rains
It pours

4. 1Train ft. A$AP Rocky, Kendrick Lamar, Joey Bada$$, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson, & Big K.R.I.T. 6:12

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Uh (Uh)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Kendrick Lamar]
Feeling like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers, get they pistols ready (Bloop, bloop)
Send 'em to the cemetery with obituaries
Don't be scared, n***a, is you ready? I've been thinking 'bout
All the O's in my bank account (What?)
X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (What?)
Ever since this new star fame came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy started hanging out, huh
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling (I know one thing)
Anything is better than that 1Train
Bag made of Goyard
Cheffing like I'm Boyar—
Dee, prolly selling D in your local courtyard
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws wit' no laws (We)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Outlawed, then I Bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y'all, like, "Doo-doo"
I hate ch'all
When the beef cooked, I ate ch'all, like, "Mmm-mmm"
Let's play ball in a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold
I rhyme cold, my K hot, your .9 cold, that bark like K9s on that banana clip
Straight from the rip
I'll make that shirt say, "R.I.P."
I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest, then Hell must have froze over
You thought it was safe, then forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed to
Darts at cho' posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed to, I might slice my wrist
Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
Barely even conscious, talking to my conscience
Getting deeper in these flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop prisons
Don't sell rocks, seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the bias and the 'isms
The violence and the killing, so given
They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately, I am not that type of niglet
But pass the pot, let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6:00 wit' Jigga
And I'm thinking 'bout signing to the Roc
But my n***as on the block still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach, I only hurt their sales
Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail, but chu my n***a
Wish you the best for real

[Verse 4: Yelawolf & Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst other white rappers
Or for that matter, any fucking rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park, dirt-ditch-digging
Burger-flipping, eat, sleep, shitting human being, you would be in
Trouble to body-double or couple me to these others
'Cause comparatively speaking, my reach is beyond the bubble that they put me in
My vision's beyond the Hubble's
I huddle wit' Nubians, new beginning again
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's going gold and so? Great
Do I give a flying duck
If I'm applying love to my rhyming, plus, aligning us?
Alabama's climbing up, waist
No, I don't give a
Flying duck nothing but a buckshot, ch-pow
Motherfuck yo' life, pussy blood-clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

[Verse 5: Danny Brown]
Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties (Yeah)
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries (Yeah)
Antsy 'cause I'm high like Michael Jackson, penny loafers
Moonwalking on the sun, barefoot, with shades on (Hah)
Bitch pussy smell like a penguin (Ew)
Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis (Nah)
Bitch, when I say this, I mean this (Mean this)
Hoe, I'm the meanest (Meanest)
Dick so big, it's like from Earth to Venus (Venus)
That Molly got me nauseous, aw, shit, no off-switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock" shit
That is my synopsis, ostrich's posh shit
Hoes on some goth shit, stop it, chu not this
Novice, regardless, heartless, and awkward
Crying tears of vodka, prima donna at the concert
Adonis smoking chronic, 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just being honest, tell me, isn't that ironic? ('Ronic)

[Verse 6: Action Bronson & Big K.R.I.T.]
Swiftly
I shift the Bimmer 860 (Skrrt)
A heavy smoker, so ya know I brought the Blake with me
The moon's reflection off the lake hit me
You should have stayed with me
Now, many Asian bitches lay with me
The face is silky like a tablecloth (Uh)
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse (Uh)
Red roses dropped from boxes very often (Uh)
Confetti torching, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton (Uh)
Outstanding
I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon (Sarandon)
The cloud of smoke like the phantom (Yeah)
Damn, this shit tastes like fantastic, uh (Man)
You see me coming through in each state (State)
Just so the Lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake (Please)
Cuffed to my wrist, I've got the briefcase (Money)
The gavel slam, I'm a free man, try not to (Big K.R.I.T.) eat ham (Shawty)
Man

[Verse 7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Spit like my last breath (Uh): casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed (Uh), the black is back, out come the 'lac with flats (Uh)
After that
Bottles I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, when all they had was wack
All I wanted was love and all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes, a championship win is
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm, slap a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinking ships
Choking n***as out with the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er n***a, that's my born year
Get the fuck from 'round here
That's just my country ways
Sucking on yo' mama's titty, bitching while I was chopping blade
Gripping grain, fucking hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my soul, how could chu ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so, why can't you?
In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too (That weren't no sample, n***a)
Muddy-water flow, Dixie-rebel past
Fuck yo' Louie flag, popping benji tags on yo' wifey's ass (On yo' wifey's ass)
That's out of line, but, in living color?
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers
A true artist

5. Goldie ft. A$AP Rocky 3:12

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, uh
I said it

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Must be, 'cause a n***a got gold (Uh)
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold (Yeah)
Hoes at my shows, they be stripping off they clothes (Uh)
And them college girls write a n***a name on they toes (Alright)
N***as talk shit 'til they get lockjaw (Uh)
Chrome to your dome 'til ya get glockjaw (Alright)
Party like a cowboy (Uh) or a rockstar (Yeah)
Everybody play the tough guy (Yeah) 'til shit pop off (Alright, let's)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas wit' no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait, hold up, that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it
That's just a understatement
I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest
Somehow, it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans 'cause they naked 'cause you famous
Life's a motherfucker, ain't it?
These other rappers ain't us
So, tell me what cha name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
You aim it 'fore you bang it, let that banger leave you brainless
It's just me, myself, and I and motherfuckers that I came with
Miscellaneous n***as wanna hate on me
Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
Lowkey
N***as mad 'cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitching wit' cho' bitch (I said it) ass

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Must be, 'cause a n***a got gold (Uh)
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold (Yeah)
Hoes at my shows, they be stripping off they clothes (Uh)
And them college girls write a n***a name on they toes (Alright)
N***as talk shit 'til they get lockjaw (Uh)
Chrome to your dome 'til ya get glockjaw (Alright)
Party like a cowboy (Uh) or a rockstar (Yeah)
Everybody play the tough guy (Yeah) 'til shit pop off (Alright)

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Yes, I'm the shit
Tell me, do it stank?
It feel good waking up to money in the bank
Three model bitches, Cocaine on the sink
And I'm so 'bout it, 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
'Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lockup on the link
And them red-bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
Eyes chink
Rolling up that dank
Blowing on that stank
What cha mean?
Tell me what cha drink, I'm on that kissing pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs
Tell me how it taste
And them n***as talking shit, so, tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"
Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her "suck a dick"
Motorboat her tits, I'm the shit
N***as mad 'cause I'm smooth puffing Zig-Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitching wit' cho' bitch (I said it) ass

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Must be, 'cause a n***a got gold (Uh)
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold (Yeah)
Hoes at my shows, they be stripping off they clothes (Uh)
And them college girls write a n***a name on they toes (Alright)
N***as talk shit 'til they get lockjaw (Uh)
Chrome to your dome 'til ya get glockjaw (Alright)
Party like a cowboy (Uh) or a rockstar (Yeah)
Everybody play the tough guy (Yeah) 'til shit pop off (Alright)

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh (Uh)
Alright
Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh (Uh)
Yeah
Everybody (Yeah) play the tough guy (Yeah) 'til shit pop (Right) off (Right)

6. Fashion Killa ft. A$AP Rocky & KUČKA 3:58

[Chorus 1: A$AP Rocky & KUČKA]
Her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
Her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
'Cause she a fashion killer
And I'm a trendy n***a
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
Her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
'Cause she a fashion killer
And I'm a jiggy n***a (Uh)
I said her

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Rocking (Uh)
Rolling (Uh)
Swagging to the max (Whoo)
My bitch a fashion killer, she be busy popping tags (Alright)
She got a lot of Prada (Uh)
That Dolce & Gabbana (Uh)
I can't forget Escada (Uh)
And that Balenciaga (Yeah)
I'm sipping purple syrup (Yeah)
Come be my Aunt Jemima (Right)
And if you is a rider, we'll go shopping like mañana (Right)
Her attitude Rihanna (Uh)
She get it from her mama (Yeah)
She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana (Whoo)
'Cause everything designer (Yeah)
Her jeans is Helmut Lang (Uh)
Shoes is Alexander Wang and her shirt the newest Donna (Alright)
Karan (Yeah)
Wearing all the Cartier frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona (Her)

[Chorus 2: A$AP Rocky & KUČKA]
Pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
Her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
'Cause she a fashion killer
And I'm a trendy n***a
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
Her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
'Cause she a fashion killer
And I'm a jiggy n***a (Uh)
I said her (I)

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
See your Jil Sanders (Uh)
Oliver Peoples (Yeah)
Costume National, your Ann Demeulemeester (Alright)
See, Visvim be the sneaker (Uh)
Lanvin or Balmain (Uh)
Goyard by the trunk (Uh)
Her Isabel Marant (Alright)
I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior (Uh)
Your Damir Doma (Uh)
Vena Cava from the store (Uh)
I crush down with that top down (Yeah)
Bossy see how I ride 'round (Yeah)
Mami in that Tom Ford
Papi in that Thom Browne (Uh)
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy, she got it by the stock (Uh)
She ball until she fall, that means she shop until she drop (Uh)
And Versace, got a lot (Uh)
But she may never wear it
But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents and her

[Chorus 2: A$AP Rocky & KUČKA]
Pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
Her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
'Cause she a fashion killer
And I'm a trendy n***a
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
Her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
'Cause she a fashion killer
And I'm a jiggy n***a
I said her

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Scoop back tees (Uh)
Breeze in coupe (Uh)
Smiling is your treasure (Yeah), you're so well put together (Alright)
Bags and links (Uh)
Jeans and shoes (Yeah)
Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together (Alright)
Baby, you and me (Uh)
Me and you (Yeah)
Go away together, we could get away forever (Alright)
All emotions clashing, thrashing, someone turn the light out (Light out)
I met my baby expressed my passion on my fashion night out (Night out, her)

[Chorus 3: A$AP Rocky & KUČKA]
Pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
Her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
'Cause she a fashion killer
And I'm a trendy n***a
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
Her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (Her pistol-bang-bang-go, her pistol-boom-boom-go, her pistol go, her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
I said her pistol (Doo-doo-doo) go (I said her pistol-bang-bang-go, I said her pistol-boom-boom-go, I said I her pistol go, I said her-pop-pistol-pop-go)
'Cause she a fashion killer
And I'm a jiggy n***a
I said her pistol go (I said her pistol go)

7. Peso ft. A$AP Ty Beats, A$AP Rocky, & Kevin Andreas 2:52

[Intro: A$AP Ty Beats & (A$AP Rocky)]
Ty Beats (I be that)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Pretty motherfucker
Harlem's what I'm repping
Tell my n***as quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second
Never disrespected
Plus, I'm well-connected
With this coke that I imported, just important as your president
Swagger so impressive
And Ion't need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7
Them 6's, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in
Blowing blunts, rolling doobies up
Smoking sections
Groupies rush, hold they boobies up, in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain't 'round my clique for nutting
'Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing

[Chorus: Kevin Andreas & A$AP Rocky]
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day, we on our pesos (Pesos)
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day, we on our pesos (Pesos)
Gun-cock, gunshot, gun a likkie bwoy
Gun-cock, gunshot, gun a likkie bwoy
Gun-cock, gunshot, gun a likkie bwoy
('Cause every day, we on our pesos, yo, yo, yo, yo')

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Bitch just said I'm hot
Man, I told her, "I agree"
She gon' really think I'm hot
If I told her my degrees
Pull up in that hard-top
Showing off my keys
Graduate school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees
Couple A, B, C's, bad bitch, double D's, popping E
Ion't give a F
Told cha I'm a G
A.S.A.P., Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest, my n***a, this is what I breathe
Inhale, exhale, Cocaine, X pills
Import, export, Harlem catching rec still
So, Mommy, show me how that neck feel (Feel)
Later, show me how the rest feel, for now, just chill

[Chorus: Kevin Andreas & A$AP Rocky]
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day, we on our pesos
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day, we on our pesos
Gun-cock, gunshot, gun a likkie bwoy
Gun-cock, gunshot, gun a likkie bwoy
Gun-cock, gunshot, gun a likkie bwoy
('Cause every day, we on our pesos)

[Outro: Kevin Andreas]
('Cause every day, we on our pesos)
('Cause every day, we on our pesos)

8. Everyday ft. Rod Stewart, Miguel, & A$AP Rocky 4:22

[Chorus 1: Rod Stewart, Miguel, & A$AP Rocky]
Every day, I spend my time
Drinking wine
Feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I can understand
Yes, I am
So, every day, I spend my time
Drinking wine, feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I should take it slow (Slow)
Here I go, here I go, here I go (Uh)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Off again, there he go
To another dimension, my mind
Body, soul imprisoned, my eye prolly going ballistic, but, listen
I'm missing a couple of screws, they ain't never do drilling true
You've been sipping away at the truth, a double shot of wisdom'll do
Do, do
Rolling through
Hitting switches
Rolling ditches, blowing kisses, to the bitches, holding biscuits (Yeah)
What's the business? Beat the system
Codefendants, blow the sentence, go da prison
Go da church and pray the Father, Lord, forgive us (Amen)
And only God can judge me (Yeah)
And He don't like no ugly
I look so fucking good
Most dykes'll fuck me, buddy
Yeah, I'm a piece of shit (Uh-huh)
I know I plead the fifth
I tell her, "Holla if ya need some dick"
The devotion is getting hopeless, but, hold it, I'm getting close
As my soul is, I'm seeing ghosts, a solo is now a poet
Hypnosis overdose on potions, adjusting to the motions
And getting out all my emotions

[Chorus 1: Rod Stewart, A$AP Rocky, & Miguel]
Every day, I spend my time (Yeah)
Drinking wine (Uh)
Feeling fine (Yeah)
Waiting here to find the sign (Uh)
That I (Yeah) can understand (Yeah)
Yes, I am
So, every day, I spend my time (Yeah)
Drinking wine (Uh), feeling fine (Yeah)
Waiting here to find the sign (Uh)
That I (Yeah) should take it slow (Uh, slow)
Here I go, here I go, here I go

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Uh (Uh)
This type of shit
Make a n***a wanna flip September through August (August, whoo, August, whoo, August, whoo)
This (Whoo) type of shit got 'em busting out the clip
In the middle of the office (Rrah, office, whoo, office)
And (Whoo, office) a message (Whoo) to the bosses (Whoo)
The Misfits' new outfit is on the bloglist
Gorgeous hoes keep on saying that they carsick
'Cause the Porsches get 'em nauseous (Whoo)
Plus, I ain't even mad yet (Whoo)
N***as caught me in a good mood (Yeah)
Paparazzi wanna nag a n***a chilling at the bag-check (Yeah, whoo)
Hope they show me in my good shoes (Yeah)
When Papa got the brand-new bag (Yeah)
Flacko got the brand-new Raf, that's good news (Whoo)
"Hood dudes usually don't look like you"
How it feel da get a deal and come back
And the whole hood look like you?
Screaming, "Pimp Squad
Hold it down"
Can't drive, bitch, I'm legally blind, bitch
If I live or die, it's up da me da decide
Shit, n***as copping guns like they legal da buy
The only key da survive and get a piece of the pie
Is to agree with a lot or just believe a façade, bitch
And I'll be fine just-a drinking my wine, bitch

[Bridge: Miguel]
I-I-I-I got the love birds (Whoo) chirping at the window (Whoo)
But I don't need love no mo' (Whoo)
I'll be fine, sipping wine
Taking time slow (Whoo)
I got the love birds (Whoo) chirping at the window (Whoo)
But I don't need love no mo' (Whoo, whoo)
I'll be fine, sipping wine

[Chorus 2: Miguel, A$AP Rocky, & Rod Stewart]
So, every day, I spend my time (Yeah)
Drinking wine (Uh), feeling fine (Yeah)
Waiting here to find the sign (Uh)
That I can understand (Yeah)
Yes, I am
Every day, I spend my time (Yeah)
Drinking wine (Uh)
Feeling fine (Yeah)
Waiting here to find the sign (Uh)
I don't care (Yeah) if I ever know (Uh)
Here I go, here I go, here I go
I got the

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Love birds chirping at the window
But Ion't need love no mo', oh, no
I'll be fine, sipping wine
Taking time slow
I got the love birds chirping at the window
But Ion't need love no mo', oh, no
I'll be fine, sipping wine
Taking time slow