DJ Self Freestyle

Money, power, respect

Talking out of your neck

Did a deal with adidas, but all I want is the check

New level, the bezel I filled the front with baguettes

We don't even go out, because all I want is the sex

I'm telling the truth ain't even spending the loot

Still fucking all these bitches because they be calling me cute

Ain't even start tripping yet

Dreams of fucking an RNB bitch, and I ain't start picking yet

First Ima go after Madonna, cause I know she'll like Rihanna

Then we can go to Tijuana, puff marijuana

Puff in the back of the cabana

Or settle for a bitch up in a Honda

With a fat ass , no class just good mouth

I'll take her to my crib, I fucked a bitch in


Yeah!

Ferg just walked in the party now

Getting new bucks, got the diamonds and the Cartiers now

Yeah!

I pushed a rim and the rari now

All ya niggas salty like
now

All these niggas borrow style

Got mag, and I got to go to Maury's now








A$AP Ferg!

Salute that boy when you see him!

Harlem! You should be proud!

New York City!






I had to prematurely lose my Yamboughini

That lean and ketamine took my man out his beanie

I wish we could of worked out, eat a better zucchini

And trade in that big bottle of henny for the Fuji

I was Aladdin, he was a genie

I love his momma, I be sadden when she see me

Who would of knew that the party would end wrong

Who would of knew Fergie Ferg would sing a sad song

Who would of knew A$AP would come this far

Who would of knew Yams vision make us all stars

The fame and access will kill us all

You ever deal with a drug addict who was your boy?

Who, when you talk to him, he kept nodding off

I swear he sound like he was dying every time he snore

I got to talk about it, I have to get it off

Anybody with a problem with it, man you niggas soft










Now check it out

You know what it is, A$AP Ferg in the building!

New York stand up, Harlem in the building

We on a new level

We on a new level!

You know what it is!

Check it out






I paid the cost to be the boss, now I'm calling the shots

I was working on my craft, you was scoring with thots

Big Tymers, I'm getting Marty Baller to pop

Open up the floodgates, I'm taking all of my block

New regime , shits insane, crystal caine

See love tight with the pistol game

Talk shit out your mouth and lose your brain

And we don't give a fuck about that shit you claim

All this fake ass going around, its getting so bad

About to start fucking model bitches with no ass

Shout outs to the girls who loved me before cash

Fuck the fake ones, that get them so mad

We them great ones I think you know that

Killing ya rappers, better get them a toe tag

Hip-Hop savior, grills and a durag

I got Missy on the album, Ferg how you do that?

Sold out the garden, Ferg how you do that?

Worked with Madonna, Ferg how you do that?

I been a problem, been that before rap

Killing ya rappers, and I thought you knew that

I think I need my chain to swing more

Ice in my teeth to bling more

Bout to call Will, fuck you taking so long with my ring for

DJ Self I need my shit to play more