A$AP Ferg — DJ Self Freestyle

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] Money, power, respect Talking out of your neck Did a deal with adidas, but all I want is the check New level, the bezel I filled the front with baguettes We don't even go out, because all I want is the sex I'm telling the truth ain't even spending the loot Still fucking all these bitches because they be calling me cute Ain't even start tripping yet Dreams of fucking an RNB bitch, and I ain't start picking yet First Ima go after Madonna, cause I know she'll like Rihanna Then we can go to Tijuana, puff marijuana Puff in the back of the cabana Or settle for a bitch up in a Honda With a fat ass , no class just good mouth I'll take her to my crib, I fucked a bitch in [??] Yeah! Ferg just walked in the party now Getting new bucks, got the diamonds and the Cartiers now Yeah! I pushed a rim and the rari now All ya niggas salty like [??] now All these niggas borrow style Got mag, and I got to go to Maury's now [DJ Self] A$AP Ferg! Salute that boy when you see him! Harlem! You should be proud! New York City! [Verse 2 : A$AP Ferg] I had to prematurely lose my Yamboughini That lean and ketamine took my man out his beanie I wish we could of worked out, eat a better zucchini And trade in that big bottle of henny for the Fuji I was Aladdin, he was a genie I love his momma, I be sadden when she see me Who would of knew that the party would end wrong Who would of knew Fergie Ferg would sing a sad song Who would of knew A$AP would come this far Who would of knew Yams vision make us all stars The fame and access will kill us all You ever deal with a drug addict who was your boy? Who, when you talk to him, he kept nodding off I swear he sound like he was dying every time he snore I got to talk about it, I have to get it off Anybody with a problem with it, man you niggas soft [DJ Self & A$AP Ferg] Now check it out You know what it is, A$AP Ferg in the building! New York stand up, Harlem in the building We on a new level We on a new level! You know what it is! Check it out [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] I paid the cost to be the boss, now I'm calling the shots I was working on my craft, you was scoring with thots Big Tymers, I'm getting Marty Baller to pop Open up the floodgates, I'm taking all of my block New regime , shits insane, crystal caine See love tight with the pistol game Talk shit out your mouth and lose your brain And we don't give a fuck about that shit you claim All this fake ass going around, its getting so bad About to start fucking model bitches with no ass Shout outs to the girls who loved me before cash Fuck the fake ones, that get them so mad We them great ones I think you know that Killing ya rappers, better get them a toe tag Hip-Hop savior, grills and a durag I got Missy on the album, Ferg how you do that? Sold out the garden, Ferg how you do that? Worked with Madonna, Ferg how you do that? I been a problem, been that before rap Killing ya rappers, and I thought you knew that I think I need my chain to swing more Ice in my teeth to bling more Bout to call Will, fuck you taking so long with my ring for DJ Self I need my shit to play more