[Verse I: A$AP Rocky]

Used to call me Push, 'cause I push by the quarter

Used to push keys, tell her D's push harder
Push start: ERR! Push button start the car up
Push me? Push your wig back like barbers

Off with your toupée, I boss hard like too late
$#&@ red-dots but my bullets come in Blu-Ray
#~!!@ $$# ^!$$%s n' they sweet like Kool-Aid

Married to the game, tell 'em ^!$$%s catch the bouquet!
We so bored wit hoes, sometimes I'd rather beat off
My kicks so fire, burn the skin up on my feet off

Tell 'em turn the heat down, they tell me take my Mink off
She's so amused to the point she wanna skeet off!


[Verse II: A$AP Rocky]

Ugh, ugh, I'ma pretty mutha$#&@a - comin' from Harlem

New York City, y'all know I got 'em
And I come through n' I'm $#&@in' all the females
In France, my shirt say Pigalle

I don't give a $#&@ about the $#&@in' weed smell
But you know I get clothes off retail, here we go
And I'm sittin' on 'em spreewheels

They don't really want it with my $#&@in' D12, $$#
And I got the style, got cash, you already know
You in the presence of the past, goin' too fast

Future I shoot ya, hit 'em with the Ruger, ugh

Now we in France, now we in Paris

Tell that (*##$ trick or treat, better smell my feet
Gimme somethin' good to eat, see her in a week
^!$$%s know we did it n' I'm chillin' in a Suite, ugh

Out-out-out n' shout-outs to my peeps
And I keep 'bout 10-5 bad freaks, yeah
My music leaked, so loud that the %#@! get tweet

Loud pack, loud pack, tell me where you 'loud at
And you know I got that mutha$#&@in' A$AP tat
On the $#&@in' stomach, tell 'em get the ruckus

I don't give a $#&@, my ^!$$%s in public, thuggin'
Pants saggin', was happenin?
Harlem world money makin' $#&@in' Manhattan

You already know where I come from ^!$$%
You already know what the gun do ^!$$%
You don't really want it with my whole crew ^!$$%

What you wanna do, what you wanna do ^!$$%?

Got a bad (*##$, light skin, fair skin

You already know I had her since age 10
And I got a bad (*##$ from 15
And she gave me a kiss when she was 16, sweet sixteen

Spit sweet 16's, and I come through, some things missing
5 chains, gold chains, no diamond in it
And I got a big Rove, no climbin' in it

Range Rover, chains low, (?) change lanes
And I got the same thing, we the chain gang
A gang, A$AP was happenin', Adreya, see Aaliyah

^!$$%s know I get the paypa, never come through you a hater
Mutha$#&@as wanna see me but I get darker than Vader
You a Skywalker like Luke, I shoot, all about the loot

Gimme tha loot, gimme tha loot
Biggie Smalls down to my drawers
Tell 'em suck my balls, and I pause and I'm in a Horse

(*##$es just be !@^%s, yeah
I don't even have a flaw, and I made a couple mill - one tour
^!$$%s know me

I be comin' to ya door with that shimmy-shimmy yaw
Put the pump to ya jaw...ugh
Mutha$#&@a give it to ya raw, now put the kids all on the floor

Little !@$(s, send 'em in a casket, and I'm gon' blast it
$#&@in' ratchet, I'ma !@$(
Hit 'em in the..mutha$#&@in' cabbage, and I split yo wig

I'm a disrespectful kid, yeh, comin' from the H
Ugh, say it to yo face