Goldie
A$AP Rocky Feat. Bun B Paul Wall & Killa Kyleon Lyrics

I said it must be cause a nigga got dough
I believe that I'm being treated specially because of my wealth

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
My unique style and jewelry sets me apart from others

Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes
Women at my concerts often remove their clothing

And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Some young women in college even go as far as writing my name on their feet

Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Men talk nonsense until they're unable to speak anymore

Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
I'll shoot you in the head until you're unable to talk anymore

Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
I party hard like famous wild west cowboys and rock musicians

Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
People act brave until a serious situation arises

Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
Let's return to the fundamentals, as you're surrounded by extraordinary talent

My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces
My jacket was made by Martin Margiela, and worn without shoelaces for a unique look

Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I often buy expensive Cristal champagne in bulk, but realize it's insensitive

I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
I'd actually rather drink a cheaper brand of champagne, as there's no discernible difference in taste

A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just an understatement
I'll even drink a large 40-ounce beer to chase down other drinks

I'm early to the party but my 'Rari is the latest
I may arrive early to parties, but I always have the latest Ferrari vehicle

Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
It seems like young women in their late teenage years are particularly interested in me

Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Their lack of clothing reminds me of your favorite pair of jeans, because they're both a result of fame

Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers anus
Life is difficult, and other rappers are terrible

So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
Tell me your name, because I'll write it down and target you with my gun

You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
If you point a gun, be ready to use it and get shot yourself

It's just me, myself and I and mothafuckas that I came with
I only trust myself and the people I came to this industry with

Miscellaneous, niggas wanna hate on me
Various people want to hate on me

Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
Until I confront them, they're not truly tough

Low key, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags
People are secretly jealous because I smoke Zig-Zag brand rolling papers and look cool doing it

Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitching with your bitch ass
Tell them to stop talking nonsense and complaining like a coward

Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?
I'm amazing, do you have anything bad to say about me?

It feel good waking up to money in the bank
There's nothing better than waking up to a full bank account

Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
I have three attractive women with me and we're snorting cocaine off a counter

And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
I'm so confident that I might even drive a military tank around

Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
My gold chain came from Cuba and has a lock securing it

And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
I wear expensive red bottom shoes to go along with my fur coat

Eyes chink, rolling up that dank, blowing on that stank
My eyes are slanted from smoking marijuana

What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissing pink
What do you mean? Tell me what you're drinking, I'm drinking a pink-colored alcoholic beverage

You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
You could compare me to the wealthy Bill Gates, as I have a residence in every state

Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
I'm so successful that I even own a condominium on the moon

Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
Show me what you have between your legs, tell me about it

And them niggas talking shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"
People are talking negatively, but they should say it to my face instead

Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
Tell that woman to have sex with me, and I approached her quickly

In a six, told her suck the dick, motorboat her tits
I was in my car, and instructed her to perform oral sex on me and let me touch her breasts

I'm the shit, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags
I'm great, people are jealous because I look cool smoking cigarettes

Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitching with your bitch ass
Tell them to stop talking nonsense and complaining like a coward