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[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
People think you’re stuck up, but we’re all super good friends
It’s only natural, I suppose, but we’re all super good friends
Um, I get the feeling that you’re admired, but, um
I’m above average

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin’ all my Z’s, all day
Good lord, momma prayin’ on her knees, all day
If you still frontin’ when I up it, I’mma squeeze

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Bad company’s bad for your company
Bad company’s bad for your company
Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me
Got the Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & BlocBoy JB]
When I say I got beef, they don’t want no beef
When they say they got beef, they don’t wanna eat
If he said he wants smoke, they don’t want no steam
She put her feet on her teeth, bad bad bad bad bad
Had a bachelors degree, Ph.D. while sellin’ speed
Fix the face then fix the weave, now workin’ on her self-esteem
Hit up Bloc, yo’ this Flock
Nigga, where you at? Pin the drop, uh
My new map location be the block on the app
I need money and company, Nah Nah
Bad bitches, I don’t even know the company, hahahaha

[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
You—you—you can’t hang baby, we don’t want you ’round here
I—ice on my neck and it’s froze, Santa’s reindeer
Y—you got bad bitches, hella hoes, i—i—it’s the same here
You bad company, lil’ bro, you can’t hang here
G—g—g—gettin’ money so the bottles keep on comin’
Ph—ph—pho—pho—phone ringin’ so you know the trap jumpin’
Tha—tha—that nigga lookin’ at me, he owe me some money
Hit ’em with the Tommy, now that nigga crumpin’
Why—why these niggas playin’ games? They don’t want no problems with me
My shooters got good aim, you know I brought them shottas with me
Might have hit a bad stain, they say that someone top was missin’
Them niggas were opposition
They move wrong, so I shot them bitches

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Dark shades, too much smoke, I could barely see the fumes
Actin’ brand new like I don’t see you when I do
Who them folks? Who want smoke? You too close, give me room
Funny folks, play it close, do the most, don’t they?
Bad company, that’s bad for your company
Bad company, that’s bad for your company
Mad cow disease, now you in a ton of beef
Black Mac tucked underneath my new blue dungarees
Flintstone bust down, color Murakami
Fruity pebble bezel, Wilma, Betty, Fred, and Barney
Bad bitch from outta town, I think she model Abercrombie
Wrist game Lucky Charmy, told my jeweler Leprechaun me
I’mma come clean, I got hella beef
Paranoia got me rollin’ up my sleeves, okay
Niggas hatin’ cause I’m uppin’ up the fees
Whole team got V’s on they tees, all day

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin’ all my Z’s, all day
Good lord, momma prayin’ on her knees, all day
If you still frontin’ when I up it, I’mma squeeze

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
I’m above average

[Verse 1]
Diamonds used to be coal
Look young cause they got soul
That’s why they’re beautiful…
And my heart used to be cold
’til your hands laid on my soul
Baby, that’s why you’re beautiful…

[Chorus]
I’m not wondering why
The sky’s blue; that’s not my business
All I know is I
Look up and tell myself
“Be patient, love. That could be us.”

[Verse 2]
Lovers used to make love
And died just to give us
Their piece of the beautiful
Remember when we made love?
Love…
Wasn’t it beautiful?

[Chorus]
Don’t ask me why
The sky’s blue; that’s not my business
All I know is I….
Look up and tell myself
“Be patient, love. That could be us.”

[Bridge]
Diamonds used to be coal
Look young cause they got soul
And my heart used to be cold
‘Til your hands laid on my soul
Somebody’s got to stay deep in love
That could be us…
That’s why we’re beautiful
That’s why you’re beautiful
Ooh
Why, why
That’s why you’re beautiful
That’s why you’re beautiful
That’s why you’re beautiful

Everybody’s talkin’ at me
I don’t hear a word they’re sayin’
Only the echoes of my mind

People stop and stare at me
I don’t see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes

I’m goin’ where the sun keeps shinin’
Through the pourin’ rain
Goin’ where the weather suits my clothes, yeah
Bankin’ off of the northeast wind
Sailin’ on a summer breeze
Skippin’ over the ocean like a stone
Oh yeah…

I’m goin’ where the sun keeps shinin’
Through the pourin’ rain, yeah
Goin’ where the weather suits my clothes
You know it’s gotta suit my clothes
Bankin’ off of the northeast wind
Sailin’ on a summer breeze
Skippin’ over the ocean like a stone
Hey…

Everybody’s talkin’ at me
I don’t hear a word they’re sayin’
Only the echoes of my mind

Everybody’s talkin’ at Stevie
But he don’t hear a word they’re sayin’
And I ain’t gonna let you leave my love behind
Oh yeah…

[Intro]
My sauce way too drippy
Live life how I live it, my sauce way too drippy

[Chorus]
Live life how I live it, my sauce way too drippy
Whip it how I whip it, my sauce way too drippy
Drippy, drippy, drippy, oh so drippy
Drippy, drippy, drippy, oh so drippy

[Verse 1]
Drip when I walk, I drip when I talk
You know [?]
You know Matt OX the boss
We livin so large, like what is the [?]
No, I don’t go [?]
I pull up and ball with my shot
Checks, I talk checks, that’s a check talking
Racks I talk racks, that’s a rack talking

Boy you [?] for that back talking
You best not talk back, we don’t have back talking
With that on my [?], y’all don’t even [?]
That boy ain’t on the scene, he don’t even got no chain
Need the iced out ring, just to make my [?]
When I hop off that plane, know imma bring my gang
What is the mood today? We might just go to L.A
No you can’t take my place, no you can’t take my place
[?] on my face
Shawty ain’t on my waist
Tell the party I’m on my way
And I’m [?], I’m on my way
Tell the money I’m on my way
On the block like 30 days

[Chorus]
Live life how I live it, my sauce way too drippy
Whip it how I whip it, my sauce way too drippy
Drippy, drippy, drippy, oh so drippy
Drippy, drippy, drippy, oh so drippy