A$AP Rocky — Nana Castro Cypher 2010

[Verse 1] I said I'm on to that next shit You lookin' at the bestest Married to the game Treat you niggas like my step-kids Pull up in that Porsche Niggas feel nausea Didn't write the rules, but my status like the arthur Just crashed the Range, so I pulled the Bent out Prolly gettin' brains, chillin' in my Penthouse Slackin' on ya mackin', and I'm 'bout to lay my pimp down Christian Louboutin, red bottom come in men's now On to the next one, skinny jeans fit in Pull up to these shows, and these hoes know to get in Said they like my fitted clothes down to my split ends But little do she know, I got a big ego Automatic weapon, need to order a protection Killing feelings on these records So my charges is molesting And assault with deadly weapons got these rappers feeling threatened Ain't a hip hop veteran, I'm a hip hop felon [Verse 2] I need a crib by the mountains Chest look house lit Limbs get frostbit Brand new outfits If you less fortunate, you really ain't about shit So much cribs, a nigga friends got to house sit So much money, can't weigh it by the ounce shit Weigh it by the pound shit, too much to count shit Paparazzi taking pictures Newspaper topics, magazines gossip Villa in the tropics Rockstar pop shit, made by toxic Inside hot pink, outside gothic Rag-top roof made of fishnet stockings Black candy paint look fingernail polish [Verse 3] No one in this sight has swag like I do Church with this verse, I'mma hit em with the gospel Hit em with the rifle, I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower Hustle harder, snow, sleet, showers Age worry about who's hot and who's hotter Like crabs in the barrel tryna pull you to the bottom You get em, I got em Point him out, I spot em Red dot em, I shot em I hide em, you find him Roll to the club, and I order gold bottles Shawty get low, but I'm no Flo-rida And this 6-4 spokes like a lowrider The coups so special, you could call it mo-rida But I'm a known rider, and I'm a provider Black on black Bent, fire like the Ghost Rider Don't need a ghostwriter because my flow's tighter Your careers nose diving, I'mma pull an allnighter So hood rich, Hollywood bitch want me Don't look hood but a hood bitch love me Hood niggas hate Hollywood niggas hate me Prolly why I never keep the burner off safety You could never ugh, you should never try to play me On a scale of one-to-ten, sick is what they rate me No homo, but these labels wanna rape me I tell em four words: Fuck you. Pay me