| Song | Goldie |
| Artist | A$AP Rocky |
| Album | LONG.LIVE.A$AP |
| [00:01.85] | Uh, uh, I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough |
| [00:06.60] | Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold |
| [00:09.15] | Hoes at my shows they be strippin’ off they clothes |
| [00:11.99] | And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes |
| [00:15.06] | Niggas talk shit ’til they get lockjaw |
| [00:16.87] | |
| [00:18.07] | Chrome to ya dome ’til ya get glockjaw |
| [00:19.94] | |
| [00:20.89] | Party like a cowboy or a rockstar |
| [00:23.65] | Everybody play the tough guy ’til shit pop off |
| [00:26.61] | Let’s take it to the basics |
| [00:28.11] | You in the midst the greatness |
| [00:29.55] | My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces |
| [00:32.49] | Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist |
| [00:34.96] | I would prefer the Aces, ain’t no different when you taste it |
| [00:38.26] | A 40 ounce to chase it, that’s just an understatement |
| [00:41.14] | I’m early to the party but my ‘Rari is the latest |
| [00:44.29] | Somehow it seems girls in they late teens |
| [00:47.02] | Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous |
| [00:49.93] | Life’s a motherfucker ain’t it? These other rappers aimless |
| [00:52.18] | |
| [00:52.97] | So tell me what your name is I’mma tell it to my stainless |
| [00:55.91] | You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless |
| [00:58.28] | |
| [00:58.84] | It’s just me, myself, and I and motherfuckers that I came with |
| [01:01.94] | Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me |
| [01:04.70] | Until I tell them to they face they ain’t no G |
| [01:07.40] | Low key, niggas mad cause I’m smooth puffin’ zig zag |
| [01:10.83] | Tell ‘em quit the riff raff bitchin’ with yo bitch ass |
| [01:13.58][Hook] | |
| [01:28.01] | |
| [01:37.15] | Yes I’m the shit, tell me do it stink? |
| [01:39.78] | It feel good wakin’ up to money in the bank |
| [01:42.78] | Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink |
| [01:45.35] | And I’m so ’bout it ’bout it I might roll up in a tank |
| [01:48.35] | Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link |
| [01:51.22] | And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink |
| [01:53.60] | |
| [01:54.26] | Eyes chink, rollin’ up that dank, blowin’ on that stank |
| [01:57.09] | Whatchu mean? Tell me what you drink, I’m on that kissing pink |
| [01:59.96] | You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state |
| [02:03.09] | Man on the moon, got a condo out in space |
| [02:05.90] | Open up your legs, tell me how it taste |
| [02:08.96] | And them niggas talkin’ shit so tell them “tell it to my face” |
| [02:12.02] | Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick |
| [02:14.72] | In a six, told her suck the dick, motorboat her tits |
| [02:17.60] | I’m the shit, niggas mad cause I’m smooth puffin’ zig zags |
| [02:20.80] | Tell ‘em quit the riff raff bitchin’ with yo bitch ass |
| [02:23.68][Hook] |
| [00:01.85] | Uh, uh, I said it must be, cause a nigga got dough |
| [00:06.60] | Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold |
| [00:09.15] | Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes |
| [00:11.99] | And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes |
| [00:15.06] | Niggas talk shit ' til they get lockjaw |
| [00:16.87] | |
| [00:18.07] | Chrome to ya dome ' til ya get glockjaw |
| [00:19.94] | |
| [00:20.89] | Party like a cowboy or a rockstar |
| [00:23.65] | Everybody play the tough guy ' til shit pop off |
| [00:26.61] | Let' s take it to the basics |
| [00:28.11] | You in the midst the greatness |
| [00:29.55] | My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces |
| [00:32.49] | Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist |
| [00:34.96] | I would prefer the Aces, ain' t no different when you taste it |
| [00:38.26] | A 40 ounce to chase it, that' s just an understatement |
| [00:41.14] | I' m early to the party but my ' Rari is the latest |
| [00:44.29] | Somehow it seems girls in they late teens |
| [00:47.02] | Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous |
| [00:49.93] | Life' s a motherfucker ain' t it? These other rappers aimless |
| [00:52.18] | |
| [00:52.97] | So tell me what your name is I' mma tell it to my stainless |
| [00:55.91] | You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless |
| [00:58.28] | |
| [00:58.84] | It' s just me, myself, and I and motherfuckers that I came with |
| [01:01.94] | Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me |
| [01:04.70] | Until I tell them to they face they ain' t no G |
| [01:07.40] | Low key, niggas mad cause I' m smooth puffin' zig zag |
| [01:10.83] | Tell ' em quit the riff raff bitchin' with yo bitch ass |
| [01:13.58][Hook] | |
| [01:28.01] | |
| [01:37.15] | Yes I' m the shit, tell me do it stink? |
| [01:39.78] | It feel good wakin' up to money in the bank |
| [01:42.78] | Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink |
| [01:45.35] | And I' m so ' bout it ' bout it I might roll up in a tank |
| [01:48.35] | Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link |
| [01:51.22] | And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink |
| [01:53.60] | |
| [01:54.26] | Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank |
| [01:57.09] | Whatchu mean? Tell me what you drink, I' m on that kissing pink |
| [01:59.96] | You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state |
| [02:03.09] | Man on the moon, got a condo out in space |
| [02:05.90] | Open up your legs, tell me how it taste |
| [02:08.96] | And them niggas talkin' shit so tell them " tell it to my face" |
| [02:12.02] | Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick |
| [02:14.72] | In a six, told her suck the dick, motorboat her tits |
| [02:17.60] | I' m the shit, niggas mad cause I' m smooth puffin' zig zags |
| [02:20.80] | Tell ' em quit the riff raff bitchin' with yo bitch ass |
| [02:23.68][Hook] |