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(feat. Waka Flocka Flame, Gucci Mane & Pharrell) [Intro: A$AP Rocky] Yeah You know I be that little Pretty Flacko, Jody the Second, nigga You know we had to hit you with another one This time I got my niggas with me We finna keep it trill in this bitch, know what I'm sayin'? If you a trill nigga, if you a trill bitch Throw that shit up right now! Shotgun pop, make the monetary add Chop, won props with a military badge Went AWOL 'cause I serve 8-balls And I straight eggnog with the military axe Pimpin' when I'm pinnin', bitch you couldn't tell me that Way too loud, where the cemetery at? Way too smart to wear the penitentiary hat So remember, to the end or to infinity it's swag... [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Skinny nigga, Pretty Flacko, nigga grippin' that chopper Party like a rocker now my niggas wildin' with Flocka Guess who just walked in with a Goyard bag Sixteen gold teeth and four gold slabs One dime piece, you already know she bad Divan, GT and extraordinary... Letras de cancionesMy wrist said I'm rich, my whips say I made it My tat say ASAP and your bitch say I'm famous My whole clique dangerous We creepin' and sweepin' them grams up For niggas and bitches and killers with triggers Who buckin' and keepin' them hands up [Hook:] If you a trill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up If you a trill nigga, get your motherfuckin' hands up If you a trill bitch, get your motherfuckin' hands up If you a trill bitch, get your motherfuckin' hands up [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Waka Flocka, loco loco, I don't fuck with popo, popo FN on my hip, shorty, I'm not ridin' solo, dolo RIP to Duncan Romo, pay for pussy, that's a no-no, Throwin' money, dive in the crowd, shorty I take all that promo Call me Pretty Godo, baller, date a model, drinkin' Roma Scott'll keep me G'd up while I'm buying bottle after bottle 3-6, Frankie Lymon, he ain't ballin', girl, he's just lyin' Oh, broke-ass nigga, won't you keep on tryin'? Killed the parking lot, it's our assignment My watch say I made it, my chains say I'm rich Diamonds in my mouth got me talkin' cash shit Kush Clark Kent, for dough, bitch, what I spit Fuck your main girl off my down south accent Waka Flocka! [Hook] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich I'm talkin' cash shit, 'cause Gucci Mane the shit (Gucci) Hit a lot of licks, sold a lot of bricks Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit Gucci goin' loco, had that cocoa loco Shorty say I fucked her - I don't really know, though These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo Blue and white diamonds, bitch, I'm so Tony Romo Thirty-four bricks, I grind 'em into bands Stack a lot of bands and I serve a lot of grams Thirty-six O's, stamped with the dragon Brick Squad, Bird Gang, yeah we got them Falcons [Hook] [Verse 4: Pharrell] Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller Where's your bitch, nigga? We control her The weed she holdin' while she be over And when she saw my motherfuckin' keys it's over And when I start it up, she like "lean me over" Cold heart, warm dick, mama we be polar I wore Louis Vuittons before they knew what they was They like: "Louis Vuitton? Naw, unh-uh, cous'" That's when I realized they didn't know what they was Them niggas actin' like I fuckin' stepped in blood O-7 2-11 man, I put out duds And ate space cakes that was filled with bud And now 20-12 nigga, look at these scuds Green hair, money on my mind, hip-hop grunge You wear a cross I wear a Cartier nail You niggas ain't fuckin' with frail My wrist sizzle hot like it's stuck in the chair My jewelry's so loud, it's got something to share Like a conspiracy, like it's ACHAP Everybody on my dick like Ahab Wait, did I say that? First pause, then play back Recognize nigga, ASAP [Hook] From Letras Mania