A$AP Ferg, Meek Mill, Big Sean - B Boy lyrics

All that ass, Lord have mercy
All that champagne, these bitches thirsty
Verserchy, no hold up, I meant Versace
I prolly pull up Roberto over Cavalli
Puffin' on Cali, prolly out in the valley
Sippin' on something drowsy
Bitches twerkin' like Miley
Twerk, twerk for a real nigga sellin' work
Promise I won't tell a word
I been on that trill shit, way back
North Philly nigga, but I'm laid back
Get shot in your head drivin' your Maybach
Homey D Clown know I don't play that
Sippin' dirty, riding dirty
I say "Hi!" to thirty call your dog
I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy
Try to school me, I'm getting out here early
Dope dealer, Puma life
Back of this soccer jersey
Mink draggin', tell PETA I'm swaggin
All these karats like I'm tryna


Lure in a rabbit (Dag)
Just to put it
(Put it where?) On my jacket (On my jacket)
(What they askin?) What you doin?
(What you doin?) Doin' fashion

Okay, I walk with a limp and
I talk with a slur
I might wear every single chain and
Mix it up with my fur
I might get every single drink and
Mix it up til I blur
I tell the bitch get on my lap
But don't you get on my nerves
I need that bag full of
Green like a lawnmower
John Doe and all Sean Doe it, and I keep it G
Yeah, I ground floor it
And I'm pound blowin'
If her pussy good then I
Might one, two, three, round four it
Got her down for it
Yeah, nigga overthink, never under stress
Yeah, I understand, your girl over
I'm so unimpressed
Yeah, and she tryna fuck me raw, unprotect
But if I don't have that rubber
On it I feel under dressed
Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho
Cause I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap
Finally Famous Aura Gold is my IN-C
And I put everything in motion like IN-G
And when we flyin' private you could
Bring the gun on with us
I got this freak to 3rd base
She tryna run home with us
And I got comma on comma on
Comma on comma on comma
And I ain't talking about no run on sentence
Yeah, nigga hot headed so I
Need that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head
Like that bitch is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in that pussy
Like my nigga Meek Milly
On my way to meet millis
Lawyer drafting up the deep deep dealies
I got rich decided that ain't rich enough
When I did it big, bitch
I decided that ain't big enough
Dead Pres, who you diggin up?
Who that nigga that you hating on
But just can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, little bitch

I'm like Madoff but I made off
Scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, your
Stash is short like Adolf, hitler
You should lay off on the
Gangsta talk cause you're fake, dog
You never pushed no yay, dawg
Ain't see no keys like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach
We get Wale and take off
We got your bitch in a big house
She walk in hype like "Hey, Ross
How you doing?" get with a dreamchaser
We ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin' out, you a faker
You prolly catchin' the vapors
I'm at your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your neighbor
You thinkin' Khloe don't know me
I'm in the car dashin' haters
I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin'
Can't I pretend?
They say fake it 'til you make it, well
Let the fakin' begin
I got a bitch with fake titties, fake ass
She all in the Benz
Them titties'll prolly fall like a
Ball when she bend
My niggas from Harlem and Philly
All get it in your bitch come around then we
Fuckin' her and her friends
Come get with a dreamchaser
We ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin' out, you a faker
You prolly catchin' the vapors
Come get with a dreamchaser
We ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin' out, you a faker
You prolly catchin' the vapors
I'm at your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill
I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I
Fucked your girl and your neighbor, damn!
What she do?
She, just, put, heart eyes under my pic nigga
That's my bitch nigga
Bought her a first class ticket to
Put the dick in her