First single off of Rocky’s much-anticipated, freshman album Long.Live.A$AP.

It may be called Goldie as that was the name of the pimp in The Mack.

Fun Fact: According to Hit-Boy, this beat was originally… Read More [Chorus]

Aha, aha

I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold

Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes

And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes

Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw

Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw

Party like a cowboy or a rockstar

Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off

[Verse 1]

Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness

My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces

Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist

I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it

A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement

I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest

Somehow it seems girls in they late teens

Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous

Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us

So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless

You aim it 'fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless

It's just me, myself, and I and mothafuckas that I came with

Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me

Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G

Low key, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags

Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass

[Chorus]

I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold

Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes

And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes

Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw

Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw

Party like a cowboy or a rockstar

Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off

[Verse 2]

Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?

It feel good wakin' up to money in the bank

Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink

And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank

Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link

And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink

Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank

What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink

You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state

Man on the moon, got a condo out in space

Open up your legs, tell me how it taste

And them niggas talkin' shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"

Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick

In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits

I'm the shit, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags

Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass

[Chorus]

I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold

Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes

And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes

Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw

Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw

Party like a cowboy or a rockstar

Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off

[Outro]

Oh, yeah, oh, right

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off (Right, right)