Pretty Flacko (Remix)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] You know I be that Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye the Second, nigga You know we had to hit you with another one This time I got my niggas with me We finna keep it trill in this bitch Know what I'm saying? If you a trill nigga, if you a trill bitch Throw that shit up right now! [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Shotgun pop, make the monetary add Chop, won props with a military badge Went AWOL cause I serve 8-balls And I straight eggnog with the military axe Pimping when I'm pinning, bitch you couldn't tell me that Way too live, where the cemetery at? Way too smart to wear the penitentiary hat So remember, to the end or to infinity it's swag Skinny nigga, Pretty Flacko, nigga gripping that chopper Party like a rocker, now my niggas wilding with Flocka Guess who just walked in with a Goyard bag Sixteen gold teeth and four gold slabs One dime piece, you already know she bad Givenchy tee and extraordinary My wrist said I'm rich, my whips say I made it My tat say A$AP and your bitch say I'm famous My whole clique dangerous We creeping and sweeping them grams up For niggas and bitches and killas with triggers Who bucking and keeping them hands up [Hook] If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Waka Flocka, loco loco, I don't fuck with po-po, po-po FN on my hip, shorty, I'm not ridin' solo dolo R.I.P. to Duncan Romo, pay for pussy, that's a no-no Throwing money, dive in the crowd, shorty I take all that promo Call me Pretty Gordo, baller, date a model, drinking Roma Moscato keep me G'd up while I'm buying bottle after bottle Thirty chicks, Frankie Lymon, he ain't balling, girl, he's just lying Oh, broke-ass nigga, won't you keep on trying? Killed the parking lot, it's our assignment My watch say I made it, my chains say I'm rich Diamonds in my mouth got me talking cash shit Kush Clark Kent, for dough, bitch what I spit Fuck your main girl off my down south accent, Waka Flocka [Hook] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] My whip said I made it, my chain say I'm rich I'm talking cash shit, cause Gucci Mane the shit (Gucci) Hit a lot of licks, sold a lot of bricks Served a lot of pounds, and I will never quit Gucci going loco, had that cocoa loco Shorty say I fucked her, I don't really know, though These ladies want a hug, baby want a photo Blue and white diamonds bitch, I'm so Tony Romo Thirty-four bricks, I crammed 'em in the van Stack a lot of bands and I serve a lot of grams Thirty-six O's, stamped with the dragon Brick Squad, Bird Gang, yeah, we got them Falcons [Hook] [Verse 4: Pharrell] Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller Where's your bitch, nigga? We control her The weed she holding while she be over And when she saw my mothafuckin' keys it's over And when I start it up, she like, "Lean me over" Cold heart, warm dick, momma we be polar I wore Louboutins before they knew what they was They like, "Louis Vuitton? Naw, uh-uh, cuz" That's when I realized they didn't know what they was Them niggas actin' like I fuckin' stepped in blood O-7 2-11 man, I put out duds And ate space cakes that was filled with bud And now 2012 nigga, look at these scuds Green hair, money on my mind, hip hop grunge You wear a cross I wear a Cartier nail You niggas ain't fuckin' with Pharrell My wrist sizzle hot like it's stuck in the chair My jewelry's so loud, it's got something to share Like a conspiracy, like it's ACHAP, everybody on my dick like Ahab Wait, did I say that? First pause, then play back, recognize nigga, ASAP [Hook]