More songs by A$AP Rocky
Description
Associated Performer: A$AP Rocky
Composer, Lyricist: Rakim Mayers
Composer, Lyricist: Kelvin J N Magnusen
Producer, Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Kelvin Krash
Lyrics and translation
Original
Four-five hundred on a Hummer, no gas, eighty-nine price on the ticket.
Uh, exercise, eat all my vegetables, fuck up some deaths and we 'bout hit didn't.
Stunting by the hundreds, gonna come in on fast, shawty gon' bag it, lick it, uh.
Gift wrap, package, ship it, uh, make it from rag to riches, uh.
Dumb shit, dumb shit, act like you don't know 'round shit, 'round shit. On the front porch in the function, oh.
I check in my sneakers, no checks on my sneakers, just Puma cappy, yeah, the Goody
Grill.
Pull up to the church in my hoodie then, I'm 'bout to get money, but shit, he did. I ride around in an all pink Mercedes, the pussy whip, like Killer Cam.
My braids lookin' like I could be Jim, they lookin' around like that could be them. Lot of opps is around and you could be them.
If we talkin' 'bout pockets, you know my fat. You checkin' your chances, they could be thin.
Knock-knocking at the door like, "Let me in! " We get more pussy than a lesbian.
Hangin' from the -helicopter, Spiderman.
-Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter. Take my white V off, spin it like a helicopter.
Fuck with young Pretty -Flacko, I Petey Pop you. -Yeah!
-Fuckin' with that Pretty Flacko. . . -Yeah.
-Might Petey Pop you. -Grim!
Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter.
Take my white V off, spin it like a helicopter. Fuck with young Pretty Flacko, I Petey Pop you.
-Yeah. -Fuckin' with that Pretty Flacko. . .
-Yeah. -Might Petey Pop you.
-Grim! -Uh.
Used to be niggas do anything for a new check.
Nowadays, these days, niggas do anything for a blue check, check.
When tennis shoes had the check or three stripes on the side. Way before Puma cut the check, yeah.
Three strikes, that's your life, uh.
Niggas runnin' out of sweat, nigga runnin' out of breath, niggas runnin' out of time. Y'all niggas runnin' into debt.
Word to everything I've entered it, in the internet. Niggas set the trend, now the trend is set.
Then they run and do it, and then forget who did it best.
Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter.
Niggas know.
Take my white V off, spin it like a helicopter.
-Like a helicopter.
-Fuck with young Pretty Flacko, I Petey Pop -you. -P-Petey Pop you.
Fuckin' with Pretty Flacko, I Petey Pop you.
-Grim!
-Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter. Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter.
Fuck with young Pretty Flacko, I Petey Pop you.
Fuckin' with that Pretty Flacko, -might Petey Pop you. -Grim!
Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter.
Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter. Fuck with young Pretty Flacko,
I Petey Pop you. Fuckin' with that Pretty Flacko, might Petey Pop you.
Grim!
English translation
Four-five hundred on a Hummer, no gas, eighty-nine price on the ticket.
Uh, exercise, eat all my vegetables, fuck up some deaths and we 'bout hit didn't.
Stunting by the hundreds, gonna come in on fast, shawty gon' bag it, lick it, uh.
Gift wrap, package, ship it, uh, make it from rag to riches, uh.
Dumb shit, dumb shit, act like you don't know 'round shit, 'round shit. On the front porch in the function, oh.
I check in my sneakers, no checks on my sneakers, just Puma cappy, yeah, the Goody
Grill.
Pull up to the church in my hoodie then, I'm 'bout to get money, but shit, he did. I ride around in an all pink Mercedes, the pussy whip, like Killer Cam.
My braids lookin' like I could be Jim, they lookin' around like that could be them. Lot of opps is around and you could be them.
If we talkin' 'bout pockets, you know my fat. You checkin' your chances, they could be thin.
Knock-knocking at the door like, "Let me in! " We get more pussy than a lesbian.
Hangin' from the -helicopter, Spiderman.
-Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter. Take my white V off, spin it like a helicopter.
Fuck with young Pretty -Flacko, I Petey Pop you. -Yeah!
-Fuckin' with that Pretty Flacko. . . -Yeah.
-Might Petey Pop you. -Grim!
Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter.
Take my white V off, spin it like a helicopter. Fuck with young Pretty Flacko, I Petey Pop you.
-Yeah. -Fuckin' with that Pretty Flacko. . .
-Yeah. -Might Petey Pop you.
-Grim! -Uh.
Used to be niggas do anything for a new check.
Nowadays, these days, niggas do anything for a blue check, check.
When tennis shoes had the check or three stripes on the side. Way before Puma cut the check, yeah.
Three strikes, that's your life, uh.
Niggas runnin' out of sweat, nigga runnin' out of breath, niggas runnin' out of time. Y'all niggas runnin' into debt.
Word to everything I've entered it, in the internet. Niggas set the trend, now the trend is set.
Then they run and do it, and then forget who did it best.
Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter.
Niggas know.
Take my white V off, spin it like a helicopter.
-Like a helicopter.
-Fuck with young Pretty Flacko, I Petey Pop -you. -P-Petey Pop you.
Fuckin' with Pretty Flacko, I Petey Pop you.
-Grim!
-Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter. Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter.
Fuck with young Pretty Flacko, I Petey Pop you.
Fuckin' with that Pretty Flacko, -might Petey Pop you. -Grim!
Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter.
Take my white T off, spin it like a helicopter. Fuck with young Pretty Flacko,
I Petey Pop you. Fuckin' with that Pretty Flacko, might Petey Pop you.
Grim!