Weaves

[Hook 1: A$AP Ferg x2] You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it That floor don't look right unless your weave on it That floor don't look right unless your weave on it [Post-Hook: Crystal Caines] Oh you look good, won't you back that ass up You a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up They call me big batty, won't you back that ass up Girl, who is you playing with? Back that ass up [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] I was in Greensboro with about five women Laying in bed, 'bout to fuck five women Marty bitch choked cause she seen me in the linen Put the Yoko Ono bitch like my name John Lennon Tones got mad cause he wasn't really winning Then he took his ass to sleep, that was only the beginning He was tired, see, I swear He was tired, see I told them bitches "let's play a game" Weave on the floor, ass up was the aim Take clothes off, I'm about to do my thing She make it disappear like her name David Blaine, I ain't lying All the bitches got bucking naked She threw that ass on me quick, wait a fucking second Been playing with the guns so I'm bussing like a pellet I'm fucking five bitches so a nigga acting reckless [Hook 2: A$AP Ferg] Beyoncé want you to put a ring on it Beyoncé want you to put a ring on it But that floor don't look right unless your weave on it But that floor don't look right unless your weave on it [Hook 1: A$AP Ferg] [Post-Hook: Crystal Caines] [Verse 2: Crystal Caines] Do it for my niggas, niggas always seem to notice Niggas in the cut all of these bitches getting focused She gon' pop that pussy for a G The spotlight is on a 10, 20 inch D I've recorded for my niggas just in case they wanna see She whispered in my ear, she said that she a freak Put my hand on her lips, told a bitch "don't speak" Keep it coming like a red nose, shake it for a treat Said oh my god, damn it, she remind me of a masterpiece Cause her body 'bout it, yeah, we crowd around it And don't stop, she what, what, drop it like it's hot That ho over the top, definition of a thot She a threat, a threat, [?] Like she tryna give me head [?] shake it till your ass shots pop After you back it up, then drop [Verse 3: Marty Baller] I'm feeling like this one 'bout to pop Feeling how Ferg was feeling when Work was 'bout to drop Nigga, you know that feeling, that work you 'bout to cop You paranoid cause they making you circle round the block I jumped over you lames, I'm now hot If I really wanted you dead already, you'd been shot I ain't playing with you dames, I'm giving these fiends rocks Spit it, I'm wicked with it, I cooked that up in the pot Switching, twisting the floors, they wondering "will it stop?" Started off at the bottom and ended up at the top Started off with a dollar and ended up making gwop All I had was a dream, been spitting since 17 Now I'm on all these [?] And no, I ain't got time to diss you lame Niggas, they ain't fucking with my pistol game They want molly and coke, I bought Crystal Caines [Hook 2: A$AP Ferg]