More songs by A$AP Rocky
Description
Associated Performer: A$AP Rocky
Composer, Lyricist: Rakim Mayers
Producer: N/A
Lyrics and translation
Original
Boy, this how rich niggas living, everything cost too much.
Boy, this how rich niggas living, everything cost too much.
Drop top Benz with all my pendants. Middle finger up, never pointing with my index.
'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitching.
Won't drop a dime, do my time standing on the bidding. Yeah, uh, everything cost too much.
My niggas, we ball too much. These neighbors, they talk too much.
Conversation, they call too much.
Look, these bitches, they talk too much like such and such.
Real niggas, they keep in touch. Lil' nigga think he can't be touched.
Little homie from around the way got locked up like the other day.
Quiet type almost all his life, all of a sudden got something to say.
Caught a case and did a deal with Satan. Got extorted, he was giving payments.
Now he in the office giving statements. Trust some people got him on the tape!
Did some shit, then he told Did a bid, now he grown Came home, he a clone Now it's like unknown Not a visit, not a call The feds been listening all along
Self-snitching on a song They was tapping on his phone
These days, these niggas from a different school.
These days, these young niggas made snitching cool. Youngins play by different rules.
Look, uh, I'm from where niggas talk, get physical. Niggas shoot, get critical.
When niggas die, get biblical. YGs to OGs, stay the fuck up out the interviews.
You was just to say, "Cheese," talking like a segregation room.
Ricos for the whole team , you was throwing up the big Bs. Your partner do the big Cs, now you're serving fifteen.
Gucci jeans with the stones, like the old Jim Jones. Did big Rick, did chrome.
We were so thin back then, just skin and bones. Look how much we've grown.
We done been through it all. To the end from the start, let's go.
Boy, this how rich niggas living, everything cost too much.
Boy, this how rich niggas living, -everything cost too much. Boy. . .
-I be on that boss shit, briefcase full of racks. Go get you some dog shit, bet she throw that cat.
Your baby daddy sit down when he piss, most of these rappers is bitch-made.
All up in Harlem, Colombian bitch, under her tongue, a big blade.
How could you snitch on your brother when that was the person that's keeping your rent paid? Lemonade Cadillac, big laid.
How 'bout the V on Wednesday? Grr, too many horses in here. Sleeping with women from
Texas to London, there's too many choices in here.
She got two million for leaving her husband, I got a divorce in my ear.
Just yesterday, fell asleep in the 'Rari, my bitch got a Porsche in the rear, for real. Buddy, your fabric is softener.
Niggas'll lie to they mama and daddy, but go tell the truth to an officer.
Don't be surprised when you're coughing up. Flip on a splat, then we offing him.
He tried to move out the country, I don't even think they like resting you, stop you.
Stay away -from the street 'cause it's mafia. -Drop top Benz with all my pendants.
Middle finger up, never pointing with my index.
'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitching. Won't drop a dime, do my time standing on the bidding.
Yeah, uh, Gucci jeans with the stones, like the old Jim Jones.
Did big Rick, did chrome. We were so thin back then, just skin and bones.
Look how much we've grown. We done been through it all. To the end from the start, let's go.
English translation
Boy, this how rich niggas living, everything cost too much.
Boy, this how rich niggas living, everything cost too much.
Drop top Benz with all my pendants. Middle finger up, never pointing with my index.
'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitching.
Won't drop a dime, do my time standing on the bidding. Yeah, uh, everything cost too much.
My niggas, we ball too much. These neighbors, they talk too much.
Conversation, they call too much.
Look, these bitches, they talk too much like such and such.
Real niggas, they keep in touch. Lil' nigga think he can't be touched.
Little homie from around the way got locked up like the other day.
Quiet type almost all his life, all of a sudden got something to say.
Caught a case and did a deal with Satan. Got extorted, he was giving payments.
Now he in the office giving statements. Trust some people got him on the tape!
Did some shit, then he told Did a bid, now he grown Came home, he a clone Now it's like unknown Not a visit, not a call The feds been listening all along
Self-snitching on a song They was tapping on his phone
These days, these niggas from a different school.
These days, these young niggas made snitching cool. Youngins play by different rules.
Look, uh, I'm from where niggas talk, get physical. Niggas shoot, get critical.
When niggas die, get biblical. YGs to OGs, stay the fuck up out the interviews.
You was just to say, "Cheese," talking like a segregation room.
Ricos for the whole team , you was throwing up the big Bs. Your partner do the big Cs, now you're serving fifteen.
Gucci jeans with the stones, like the old Jim Jones. Did big Rick, did chrome.
We were so thin back then, just skin and bones. Look how much we've grown.
We done been through it all. To the end from the start, let's go.
Boy, this how rich niggas living, everything cost too much.
Boy, this how rich niggas living, -everything cost too much. Boy. . .
-I be on that boss shit, briefcase full of racks. Go get you some dog shit, bet she throw that cat.
Your baby daddy sit down when he piss, most of these rappers is bitch-made.
All up in Harlem, Colombian bitch, under her tongue, a big blade.
How could you snitch on your brother when that was the person that's keeping your rent paid? Lemonade Cadillac, big laid.
How 'bout the V on Wednesday? Grr, too many horses in here. Sleeping with women from
Texas to London, there's too many choices in here.
She got two million for leaving her husband, I got a divorce in my ear.
Just yesterday, fell asleep in the 'Rari, my bitch got a Porsche in the rear, for real. Buddy, your fabric is softener.
Niggas'll lie to they mama and daddy, but go tell the truth to an officer.
Don't be surprised when you're coughing up. Flip on a splat, then we offing him.
He tried to move out the country, I don't even think they like resting you, stop you.
Stay away -from the street 'cause it's mafia. -Drop top Benz with all my pendants.
Middle finger up, never pointing with my index.
'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitching. Won't drop a dime, do my time standing on the bidding.
Yeah, uh, Gucci jeans with the stones, like the old Jim Jones.
Did big Rick, did chrome. We were so thin back then, just skin and bones.
Look how much we've grown. We done been through it all. To the end from the start, let's go.