JAY-Z - Tom Ford lyrics

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas
With your trapping ass
Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas
With your trapping ass

Tom Ford tom Ford
Tom Ford

Coming up, coming down
Riding clean fix your hair in my Crown
Bad bitch, H town keep it trill
Y'all know y'all can't fuck around

Paris where we been, pard' my Parisian
It's Hov time in no time
It's fuck-all-y'all season
Piss Bordeaux and Burgundies
Flush out a Riesling
When Hov's out, them hoes out
Y'all put y'all weaves in, and
Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas
With your trapping ass
Spent all my euros on tuxes and weird clothes
I party with weirdos, yeah Hov, yeah Hov

I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford
International bring back the Concorde
Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard
Tom Ford tom Ford
Tom Ford

Hands down got the best flow
Sound I'm so special
Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow
Y'all know nothing 'bout Wayne Perry though
District of Columbia, guns on y'all Tumblrs
Fuck hashtags and retweets, nigga
140 characters in these streets, nigga
Pardon my laughing, y'all only
Flagging on beats, nigga
Pardon my laughing
I happen to think you sweet

I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford
International bring back the Concorde
Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard
Tom Ford tom Ford
Tom Ford

Oh, man, homie, so throwed

Coming up, coming down
Riding clean fix your hair in my Crown
Bad bitch, H town keep it trill
Y'all know y'all can't fuck around

Hold up i don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford