A$AP Rocky — Money Cash Clothes

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] Uh, yeah (A$AP nigga) Nigga Harlem World to the west coast nigga You know how fly niggas collide (Zombie on the track) Uh [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & DMX] Coupe de ville money (What), hooper deal money (What) New face hunnids, honey, we don't peel twenties (What) Blue face, my boo cakes will probably steal from me (Cmon) In a new place but got dudes that shoot and kill for me (Yeah) They look and stare funny (Yeah), but them hookers still love me (Yeah) Do it for the shooters cause the shooters feel for me (Oh) I do it for the bitches, make 'em boost and steal for me (Yeah) Money, cash, clothes, Money, cash, clothes Pi'erre [?] with the [?] In your coupe doing burnouts (Skrt) Make your boo wear the perm up (Oooh) Pretty nigga that you heard bout me (Ooh) Ya heard, I heard you heard a word around the curb (Yeah) I took your bird out, she be with bad hoes I just fuck to get the word out (Ooh) Special announcement (Uh huh) New [?] on the way, can you pronounce it? (Bitch) You cop the clothes they give away, I'm in my house with (Bitch) I'm with your housewife, trying on my outfits, taking off her blouses [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & DMX] More money, more cash, more clothes (What) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon) More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What) More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What) More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon) [Verse 2: The Game] I got a closet full of Gucci until further notice Balenciaga fanny pack, hangin' over my shoulders .45 on my waist, Louie Off-White leather Ferrari's in every color like a Coogi sweater I got a virgin from the Virgin Islands, want to meet Virgil So we at New York Fashion Week in the A$AP circle R.I.P. Yams but this Fendi sweatsuit gravy Drop it off at Dapper Dan's, fuck it just go crazy I got this Audemar, my niggas like it then we all the mall We walk in AP, they pour champagne and bar the doors Told Rocky, "don't spill on Sean John Velour" Cartier frames while we listen to the Carter 4 In the store, out the store it's [?] Chick from the Philippines in denim Amiri jeans Lamborghini parked side ways, on [?] Niggas in Paris with a pocket full of yay [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & DMX] More money, more cash, more clothes (What) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon) More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What) More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What) More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon) [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky] Now my insulation cost a Maybach Yeah and your intuition costs like eight racks Yeah and my intuition got me laid back Fuck your intermission, bitch it's A$AP Nigga word to Game fly face tat, where he got Ali at Send a couple bloody guys to slide where you lay at So hide where you stay at, reside where you pray at You scared, go to church This ain't a purse, it's a murse nigga [Verse 4: The Game] A$AP slid in one of my bitches DMs He said if it wasn't me then it would be him That's how this song happened, real shit, no cappin' Chanel broach, flip the roach, ashes to ashes Dust to dust, dust to dawn, dawn to wraith Midtown Manhattan with the Cali plates Dior high-tops, [?] face Yellow diamonds, Richard Millie with the smiley face [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & DMX] More money, more cash, more clothes (What) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon) More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What) More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What) More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon)