A$AP Rocky, Schoolboy Q - PMW (All I Really Need) lyrics

All I think about is life, nights
Sipping on Sprite
Little codeine, nigga get throwed right
Two blonde dykes wanna kiss all night
I just pray to God that the shit go right
Little argument, and their fists don't fight
Fuck a dog ho and the bitch gon' bite
A$AP nigga, sip Cris all night
So them R kelly hoes getting pissed on twice
Damn, how a young nigga get so nice?
Young nigga cold like he sitting on ice
Fuck broke, tryna be rich all life
I coulda been a criminal and just rolled dice
My nuts hanging, my top back
Hoes screaming that Pac back
Throwing Westside, bandana tied
A$AP life, got a Pac tat
Harlem world my whole block strapped
Hoes all on my jock strap
My whip white but my top black
And my bitch white but my cock black
Purple drink? Got that
Tell these hoes all to twerk something
Bounce on me bitch, hurt something
Tell her pop that pussy
Like it's worth something
So shorty, she a stunner and daddy
He a runner be that pretty mothafucka
You could call me what you wanna
Cause I'm in love with that ass
She in love with the cash
So she shaking it fast and
Then making them stacks
And I'm taking it back and
I'm taking her back
To the house just to bust in her
Mouth and I'm kicking her out

How 'bout me and you and you and I
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

So I say pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need

It's A$AP Q, where the bread at?
Fuck around and bring the hush puppies back
She fuck me and the homies
She was cool with that
The block hot so I'm shaded in my bucket hat
Pause a little bit, I gotta little advice
If you fucked her once
Then you could fuck her twice
And don't get head from hoes with overbites
Just giving out game, nigga show your right
Born stunna nigga, turn night to bright
High as a kite in my Nike Flights
Made 30 Racks it was just a flight
Flew a bitch out too, it was just a night
Shorty got the booty make a nigga say, "Whoa"
Can I suck your titties
Tryna see how far I can go
Try again and then again and
She ain't telling me no
Sweetie tell me how you feeling
Can I feel on you more?
She said, "I ain't fucking for free
" but ain't shit I can't afford
Shit, I'll pay you for it
Now bounce that ass on my bungee cord
Yeah, whoopsie daisy
Put a good kid in your Section80
Turn a baby into a lady
Now here go the keys to my new Mercedes
Cause shawty she a stripper
All you got to do is tip her
She like ballers with some money
Screaming fuck them other niggas
Now do A through Z for a G
Panties go down to her feet
Pussy get wetter for me, smackin'
That ass to the beat
Give her that Diggity-D

How 'bout me and you and you and I
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

So I say pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need