Lyrics: A$AP Rocky/Malcolm Lawson-Stribling/Tyler Gregory Okonma/Jordan Carter/Asa Asuncion/Antonio Marangolo/Massimo Morante/Fabio Pignatelli/Claudio Simonetti
Music: A$AP Rocky/Malcolm Lawson-Stribling/Tyler Gregory Okonma/Jordan Carter/Asa Asuncion/Antonio Marangolo/Massimo Morante/Fabio Pignatelli/Claudio Simonetti
A$AP Rocky:
Brr, brr, brr, brr
Ring, ring, ring, postman
Who this?
(Nash effect)
A$AP Rocky:
Telephone call from Yung Carti, said it's lit
Call the young lord A$AP Bari, he legit (Moneybag)
And the young boy Ian Connor off the shxt (Young Lord)
Fxxkin' with them boys out of Harlem or the 6
This is Gosha
Man, I pay for pxssy? No sir
Ridin' coaster
Roller coaster, chauffeur
Playboi Carti:
I got money bags
I'ma bag your bxtch, I'ma buy your bxtch(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)
I'ma cash this shxt, I'ma cash this shxt(I got money bags, turn up, turn up)
Cash Carti, bxtch, Cash Carti, bxtch(Carti, Carti)
You can have this shxt, you can have this shxt(What you want, yo?)
A$AP Rocky:
Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back
James Brown swag, Papa's got a brand-new bag
And I don't know how to act
On or off the record, might go axe
Harlem back up on the map
True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks
Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts
Gucci and Dior biddin' wars
Who wore the piece before they hit the floor?
Not even shxt you see overseas in stores
Who else but me? I know you seen the Forbes
Commend your boy, I been the Lord
Holy tabernacle, Mister Smack-Your-Favorite-Rapper
Greedy for the fat guy's platter
Killin' nixxas even though black lives matter
Weak stomach, flow make 'em throw up
Steppin' stones, I'm your stepfather
Tell Tyler, better step his flow up
Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola
Nextel or the Motorola
Young nixxa prolly never grow up
Postman with the telephone, uh
A$AP Rocky:
Ring, ring, ring, postman
Who this?
Tyler, the Creator:
Fxxk with Taco, fxxk with Jasper
Fxxk with Lionel, man that shit is gon' get sketchy
Shirt is striped, my shorts are short
My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler does not fxxk with Giuseppe
Fxxk the Gucci, fxxk the Raf
And fxxk the swag and all that other shxt they wearin'
Fxxk the Rolls and fxxk the 'Rari
Fxxk the Lambo', Tyler only ride McLaren
Nixxas think they really on because they trappin'
Made about like 30 thousand
Fxxk the party, threw the carnival
Attendance this year was like 30 thousand
Shoppin', ballin', opal fire diamonds shinin'
Make sure my sapphire's glistenin'
Make the shxt, I wear the shxt
They cop the shxt, it's Golf, you bxtch, you nixxas trippin'
I'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man
Nixxa tax bracket changed, like have you seen my home?
Crib got a tennis court
Get my Venus and Serena on
Golf in this bxtch, better ring the doctor
Ambulance come when I hit the scene
That boy flier than a bag of bees
I got my flowers, life's a jeweler
Diamond, fingers size of a tumor
He's a genius, have you heard the rumors?
He's a winner, no not a loser
Fxxk passin' blunts, pass my nixxas' opportunities
Goddamn, I'm hot, man, I'm not scared to freeze
January, Hawaiian shirts
Boy this weather ain't got a thing on me
Where's the mirror? I'm that nixxa
Kunta ain't got much shxt on me
'Cause I'm a master, I hit my own back
To be like, "Y'all boys, my nixxa"
Fxxk that, it's Golf, bxtch
Yung Gleesh&A$AP Rocky:
Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy
I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy
That's been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy
I used to serve it to your mans, ayy
Postman, who this?
Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk
Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk
Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk
Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk
Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk