A$AP Rocky - Goldie lyrics

Aha, aha
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be
Strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a
Nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy
'til shit pop off

Let's take it to the basics
You in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison
Rocked Margielas with 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 mothafucka
Ain't it? These other rappers ain't us
So tell me what your 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 mothafuckas that I came with
Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
Low key
Niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff
Bitchin' with your bitch ass

I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be
Strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a
Nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy
'til shit pop off

Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?
It feel good wakin' 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 lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just
To compliment the mink
Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank
Blowin' on that stank
What you mean? Tell me what you drink
I'm on that kissin' 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 niggas talkin' 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 tit's i'm the shit
Niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff
Bitchin' with your bitch ass

I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be
Strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a
Nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy
'til shit pop off

Oh, yeah, oh, right oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah oh, yeah
Everybody play the tough guy
'til shit pop off (Right, right)