PAROLES

[Intro: Blxst & The Game]
—Self
Ayy, Swizz, let me talk to ’em

[Verse 1: The Game]
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 A/C 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 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

[Interlude: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, yeah (A$AP nigga)
Nigga, Harlem World to the west coast, nigga
You know how fly niggas collide (Zombie on the track)
Uh

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & DMX]
Coupe De Ville money (What?), hooper deal money (What?)
New face hundreds, honey, we don’t peel twenties (What?)
Blueface, my boo cakes’ll probably steal from me (Come on)
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 (Ah)
I do it for the bitches, make ’em boost and steal for me (Yeah)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes
[?][1:40] with the [?]
In your coupe doing burnouts (Skrt)
Make your boo wear the perm out (Oooh)
Pretty nigga that you heard ’bout (Ooh)
Ya heard? I heard a word around the curb I took your bird out (Yeah)
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 got the clothes they give away, I’m in my house with (Bitch)
I’m with your housewife, tryin’ on my outfits, takin’ off her blouses

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & The Game]
More money, more cash, more clothes (What?)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on)
More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?)
More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What? Let’s go)
More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on)

[Verse 3: The Game]
Rocky, you got Riri, let me have them now
Balenciaga bomber coat, I take hand me downs
‘Specially 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, not an 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 fin
Rapper Dan, Gucci’d down when I was on welfare
Yeezy slidin’ across the stage, the Grammy award goes
Anything is possible, Drake got cornrows

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & The Game]
More money, more cash, more clothes (What?)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on)
More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?)
More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?)
More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on)

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
Yeah, my insulation cost a Maybach
Yeah, and your intuition costs like eight racks
Yeah, and my intuition got me laid back
Uh, fuck your intermission, bitch, it’s A$AP
Nigga word to Game’s butterfly face tat, where he got L.A. at
Send a couple bloody guys to slide where you lay at
So hide where you stay at, reside where you pray at
You scared, go to church
This ain’t a purse, it’s a murse, nigga

[Verse 5: The Game]
Nah, son, this ain’t a Maybach (Yeah), this a hearse, nigga
Tell her that the Birkin ain’t a gift, it’s a curse, nigga
Hit ’em where it hurt, pull up right where your fam lay
My alibi? I was with A$AP on Yams Day
Power homecoming when the Draco let the band play
Gold inside a 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

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & The Game]
More money, more cash, more clothes (What?)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on)
More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?)
More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on)
Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?)
More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on)

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