Allure A$AP Ferg (Ft. Future & Mike WiLL Made-It)
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[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
(Ear Drummers)
(That money go for Myles)
Yo, Hunt, pass me the Luar bag
(True, damn, you makin' noise, boy)
We gotta make Nobu before 9 o'clock
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Yeah
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swiped the credit card, money on deck
Woke up in the Four Seasons, thirty thousand ones in a Luar bag
Only thing you airin' is a BnB, nigga, ain't built like that
Take the sewer gang on a ski trip, so they don't drill like that
Mama keep callin', say I'm disrespectful how I treat a mill' like that
I'm like Jesus in the trenches, swear I feel likе that
I feel like Noah with a yacht, a few of them birds in thе back
Givenchy model givin' me top, oh nah, we can't post that
And we ain't postin' a lot of shit
We live real life, nigga
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Yee, all of my niggas is clean, all of my bitches is mean
Yee, gettin' it straight out the mud, investin' a mill' in the team
Diamonds that drip in the club, I came a long way from the buildin' with fiends
Psycho was hangin' with thugs and stashin' the snub in 515
Well, I got somethin' to tell ya, Darold is livin' his dream
Pull up in a 'Gatti in front of the projects, I'm makin' a scene (Woo)
Give all of my plaques to the hood 'cause it never meant nothin' to me
Yeah, all of them trips out to Houston, I'm pickin' up pussy and lean
My daddy used to introduce me to killers that came out of Queens
Never meant to be a rapper, now I got a billion streams
(Ear Drummers)
(That money go for Myles)
Yo, Hunt, pass me the Luar bag
(True, damn, you makin' noise, boy)
We gotta make Nobu before 9 o'clock
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Yeah
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swiped the credit card, money on deck
Woke up in the Four Seasons, thirty thousand ones in a Luar bag
Only thing you airin' is a BnB, nigga, ain't built like that
Take the sewer gang on a ski trip, so they don't drill like that
Mama keep callin', say I'm disrespectful how I treat a mill' like that
I'm like Jesus in the trenches, swear I feel likе that
I feel like Noah with a yacht, a few of them birds in thе back
Givenchy model givin' me top, oh nah, we can't post that
And we ain't postin' a lot of shit
We live real life, nigga
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Yee, all of my niggas is clean, all of my bitches is mean
Yee, gettin' it straight out the mud, investin' a mill' in the team
Diamonds that drip in the club, I came a long way from the buildin' with fiends
Psycho was hangin' with thugs and stashin' the snub in 515
Well, I got somethin' to tell ya, Darold is livin' his dream
Pull up in a 'Gatti in front of the projects, I'm makin' a scene (Woo)
Give all of my plaques to the hood 'cause it never meant nothin' to me
Yeah, all of them trips out to Houston, I'm pickin' up pussy and lean
My daddy used to introduce me to killers that came out of Queens
Never meant to be a rapper, now I got a billion streams
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