[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Cause you are beautiful
Yes it's true
Baby yes it's true
Cause you are beautiful
Ooh, beautiful
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, wingman 'til I turn into the main man
I've been ballin' so long, need an Ace band
Damn, Calvin Klein on my waistband
In Adidas tracksuits like we breakdance
Say man, how it feel to be a made man?
Shit I be feelin' like I'm God, like I made man
Black man gettin' money through the made men
Paper chasin', let saber scrape, get money, fuck a case
Did they ever tell you money has no race?
You still livin' like a caveman, no agenda, hunger, don't discriminate
I remember empty plates, was nothin' on it for the grace
But both prayin' hands, I need an amen
You talkin' Kirkin, I'm gettin' Franklins
You lookin' braindead, she lost her Ray Bans
She like the rain dance, I make it rain bands
(Fuck that, Flacko, talk that shit, go in one more time)
Made my pop proud and my mother smile
Locked towns, rocked crowds in the hundred thousands
Make music, make moves, make movies
Make time to thank the Lord that was great to me
A real boss don't move for nobody
But my shooter, he got plenty bodies, he hit anybody
Each and everybody, somebody
Any, any, eenie-meenie-minie-moebody, stiff, nobody live, uh
Cause you are beautiful
Yes it's true
Baby yes it's true
Cause you are beautiful
Ooh, beautiful
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, wingman 'til I turn into the main man
I've been ballin' so long, need an Ace band
Damn, Calvin Klein on my waistband
In Adidas tracksuits like we breakdance
Say man, how it feel to be a made man?
Shit I be feelin' like I'm God, like I made man
Black man gettin' money through the made men
Paper chasin', let saber scrape, get money, fuck a case
Did they ever tell you money has no race?
You still livin' like a caveman, no agenda, hunger, don't discriminate
I remember empty plates, was nothin' on it for the grace
But both prayin' hands, I need an amen
You talkin' Kirkin, I'm gettin' Franklins
You lookin' braindead, she lost her Ray Bans
She like the rain dance, I make it rain bands
(Fuck that, Flacko, talk that shit, go in one more time)
Made my pop proud and my mother smile
Locked towns, rocked crowds in the hundred thousands
Make music, make moves, make movies
Make time to thank the Lord that was great to me
A real boss don't move for nobody
But my shooter, he got plenty bodies, he hit anybody
Each and everybody, somebody
Any, any, eenie-meenie-minie-moebody, stiff, nobody live, uh
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