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 sex
I'm telling the truth ain't even spending the loot
Still f*cking all these b*tches because they be calling me cute
Ain't even start tripping yet
Dreams of f*cking an RNB b*tch, 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*tch up in a Honda
With a fat ass , no class just good mouth
I'll take her to my crib, I f*cked a b*tch 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*ggas salty like [??] now
All these n*ggas 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 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 n*ggas 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*ts insane, crystal caine
See love tight with the pistol game
Talk sh*t out your mouth and lose your brain
And we don't give a f*ck about that sh*t you claim
All this fake ass going around, its getting so bad
About to start f*cking model b*tches with no ass
Shout outs to the girls who loved me before cash
f*ck 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, f*ck you taking so long with my ring for
DJ Self I need my sh*t to play more