A$AP Rocky — Night School

[Verse 1: Young Thug] We took it from a Lamborghini to a dressing room We took it from the dressing room to her mama room I get deep in the box, I didn't even set the moods Call it California cuddling, California cuddling I told the baby not to worry, I’ma cop her some new boobs Stay in your jurisdiction, I bring everything to you I told her not to worry, I'm no nigga without a clue Pay her little sister tuition, she don't need no night school [Chorus: Young Thug] She don’t need no night school Mmmm, hey, hey, hey She hotter than soup Hotter than Loubs, higher than Coogi suits [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Uh, wheeze They ain't even my speed Flexin' on these niggas got me throwin' on my tee Got me jumpin' in my crowd Got me throwin' up money Got me goin' in my golds Got me showin' off my teeth, like Black privilege gotta mean somethin’, uh Dark liquor for the weak stomach, uh White styrofoam cup with lean on it Pull up microphone out, let her sing on it Aggressions, comparisons To fake means is embarrassing Give ’em classic, if it matters, I'm embarrassed I think about a state of mind and how my state is more passive Few milli’ spend on bad habits Other half on taxes