A$AP Ferg - DJ Self Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] Money, power, respect Talking out of your neck Did a deal with adidas, but all I want is the check New level, the bezel I filled the front with baguettes We don't even go out, because all I want is the s** I'm telling the truth ain't even spending the loot Still f**ing all these b**hes because they be calling me cute Ain't even start tripping yet Dreams of f**ing an RNB b**h, and I ain't start picking yet First Ima go after Madonna, cause I know she'll like Rihanna Then we can go to Tijuana, puff marijuana Puff in the back of the cabana Or settle for a b**h up in a Honda With a fat a** , no cla** just good mouth I'll take her to my crib, I f**ed a b**h in [??] Yeah! Ferg just walked in the party now Getting new bucks, got the diamonds and the Cartiers now Yeah! I pushed a rim and the rari now All ya n***as salty like [??] now All these n***as borrow style Got mag, and I got to go to Maury's now [DJ Self] A$AP Ferg! Salute that boy when you see him! Harlem! You should be proud! New York City! [Verse 2 : A$AP Ferg] I had to prematurely lose my Yamboughini That lean and ketamine took my man out his beanie I wish we could of worked out, eat a better zucchini And trade in that big bottle of henny for the Fuji I was Aladdin, he was a genie I love his momma, I be sadden when she see me Who would of knew that the party would end wrong Who would of knew Fergie Ferg would sing a sad song Who would of knew A$AP would come this far Who would of knew Yams vision make us all stars The fame and access will k** 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 n***as soft [DJ Self & A$AP Ferg] Now check it out You know what it is, A$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 [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] 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 , sh**s insane, crystal caine See love tight with the pistol game Talk sh** out your mouth and lose your brain And we don't give a f** about that sh** you claim All this fake a** going around, its getting so bad About to start f**ing model b**hes with no a** Shout outs to the girls who loved me before cash f** the fake ones, that get them so mad We them great ones I think you know that k**ing 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 k**ing 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, f** you taking so long with my ring for DJ Self I need my sh** to play more