A$AP Rocky, Juicy J - Who Next? lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah
I don't chat uh

My bitch ass so fat, it be hittin' me back
My bitch thighs so fat
 I could sit on her lap my garage so packed
 Benz on Benz back to back (Benz)
I'm bringing back that Crunchy Black
 Project Pat and La Chat

Crunchy black nigga, we don't chat
Nigga we don't
Rap nigga, Fendi facts, that's a fact, nigga
That's some facts and some rap
Come in action packed
Black on black, Fendi black, uh what I say?
Uh, that's a fact, uh, I don't lack, uh
Check my stats, uh, it's more than rap, uh
Off the matte, uh, but now I'm back, uh
It's all that chat
Fuck you say? Where they at?
(Shut the fuck up)
My bitch stack so thick, half of that
Give me back
My bitch calves so rich, fuck a rat
Piggyback
To my sections so lit, twenty chicks
Fifty rack she blow the bag so quick
Like gimme this, gimme that, bitch
Keep the backpack raps
I'm like Kendrick and Cole
Ain't you niggas is different? Y'all
Like bitches and hoes
Put them work in the corner just
To fit in them clothes
Never fit and never since I used
To sit in the cold
Had the vision before, yeah
The vision was gold i'ma pimp and a stroll
Fuck your bitch in my row
I ain't no Afrojack, I'm more like Aloe Blacc
Bitch, I need dollars

My bitch ass so fat, it be hittin' me back
(Go Flacko, go Flacko)
My bitch thighs so fat
I could sit on her lap
(Go Flacko, go Flacko) my garage so packed
Benz on Benz back to back
(Go Flacko, go Flacko)
I'm bringing back that crunchy black
Project Pat and La Chat
(Go Flacko, go Flacko, bitch)
(Shut the fuck up)

Uh, yeah in the gym like I'm Hercules
Keep the circle strong like im circulis
No squares with us, that's isosceles
That's the old money, like it's obsolete
More money than Monopoly
Get awarded money the new nominee
On the honor roll no cap and gown
Slow your roll, keep the cappin' down
Play your holy down
Now they claiming that they know you now
All the naysayers that ain't see it
In you wanna show you
How they believed it and support
You now and shit, shit
It's unfortunate and shit, shit
Read 'em like a fortune
Want a piece of the fortune
All the fast money, it will slow you down
Need a bad bunny just to hold me down
And a babes bunny just to walk around with
Walk around the whole town for me
No cab money, no backlit
Won't act funny, just cheese cake
And bag money on the bag
End and it's back money
I'm into her so there so such thing
As bad press or bad money
On that note, I'm good money
My hood bitch do my plait's for me
Bad bitch got a tat' on me
Told her next time better tat' money
No funny money, no Al Bundy
I ain't no Afrojack, I'm more like Aloe Blacc
Bitch, I need dollars

My bitch ass so fat, it be hittin' me back
(Go Flacko, go Flacko)
My bitch thighs so fat
I could sit on her lap
(Go Flacko, go Flacko) my garage so packed
Benz on Benz back to back
(Go Flacko, go Flacko)
I'm bringing back that crunchy black
Project Pat and La Chat
(Go Flacko, go Flacko, bitch)
(Shut the fuck up)