Money Cash Clothes

[Intro: The Game]

Ayy, Swizz, lemme talk to 'em

[Verse 1: The Game]

It's game time, what the AP said

Shoutout to every bad bitch that gave me head

"**** you" to every nigga that pray me dead

I'm alive, you gotta deal with me, JAY Z dreads

Drop the top, let the AZ spread

Tell every rapper 'cept him and Nas to come and break me bread

My morale cannot be stepped on

I'm the real middle child, niggas get smoked like all the roaches I done slept on, don't get me started

Who am I? I am the big homie to Lil Wayne Carter

They tryna throw the book at blood, but I'm the author

I can still say Nine Tray and my bandana stretch farther than New York

It's like I'm walkin' on water how I end up in Heathrow

With the Draco inside of my joggers

Til' I'm back on the West side with my gun

Livin' in Conway, Butcherin' Swizz Beatz, and beef is always the entrée

Sup, André, far as the rest of you niggas

Slide on you, mask on, nigga, I'm Ye

Yeah, style on you bitches, flyin' birds before OVO put the owl on the stitches, I've been in the mix

DeLeon with the FN on, it's hit or miss

They sayin' "rest in peace" 'cause I let it rip

I used to rock it ASAP when I flick the wrist

Now this nigga A$AP Rocky hoppin' in the whip

[Interlude: A$AP Rocky]

Uh, yeah (A$AP nigga)

Nigga Harlem World to the west coast nigga

You know how fly niggas collide (Zombie on the track)

Uh

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & DMX]

Coupe De Ville money (What), hooper deal money (What)

New face hunnids, honey, we don't peel twenties (What)

Blue face, my boo cakes will probably steal from me (Cmon)

In a new place but got dudes that shoot and kill for me (Yeah)

They look and stare funny (Yeah), but them hookers still love me (Yeah)

Do it for the shooters cause the shooters feel for me (Oh)

I do it for the bitches, make 'em boost and steal for me (Yeah)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes

Pi'erre goons with the [?]

In your coupe doing burnouts (Skrt)

Make your boo wear the perm up (Oooh)

Pretty nigga that you heard bout me (Ooh)

Ya heard, I heard you heard a word around the curb (Yeah)

I took your bird out, she be with bad hoes

I just **** to get the word out (Ooh)

Special announcement (Uh huh)

New Loewe on the way, can you pronounce it? (Bitch)

You cop the clothes they give away, I'm in my house with (Bitch)

I'm with your housewife, trying on my outfits, taking off her blouses

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & DMX]

More money, more cash, more clothes (What)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon)

More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What)

More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What)

More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon)

[Verse 3: The Game]

Rocky, you got Riri, let me have dem now

Balenciaga bomber coat, I take hand me downs

Especially if it's from A$AP, Harlem World, Mase back

Hit 'em with the Diddy Glock .9, tell 'em take that

He always keep the clips on him, marble floor, tip-toein'

AP got the crib glowin', yeah

Now she naked in the Rick Owens

I'm runnin' round the mansion with the blick showin'

Calvin Klein briefs with my dick showin'

All black Prada bucket and I got a Chrome Heart

Virgil died and not a inch of Louis, now we Goyard

Go hard, Avirex leather with the [?] logo

[?] in the carriage, [?] is comin' through 'em Polo

Hundred in the black whip, hundred in the tail [?]

Rapper game, Gucci'd down when I was on welfare

[?] slidin' across the stage, the Grammy award goes

Anything is possible, Drake got cornrows

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & DMX]

More money, more cash, more clothes (What)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon)

More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What)

More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What)

More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon)

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]

Now my insulation cost a Maybach

Yeah and your intuition costs like eight racks

Yeah and my intuition got me laid back

**** your intermission, bitch it's A$AP

Nigga word to Game's butterfly face tat, where he got L.A. at

Send a couple bloody guys to slide where you lay at

So hide where you stay at, reside where you pray at

You scared, go to church

This ain't a purse, it's a murse nigga

[Verse 5: The Game]

Nah, son, this ain't a Maybach

This a hearse, nigga

Tell her that the Birkin ain't a gift, it's a curse, nigga

Hit 'em where it hurt, pull up right where your fam lay

My alibi? I was with A$AP on Yams day

[?] homecoming when the draco let the band play

Gold inside the lamb chop, this the Killa Cam way

Free Gunna, free Thug, that's all I can say

They tryna hit a nigga with the RICO off a handshake

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & DMX]

More money, more cash, more clothes (What)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon)

More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Cmon)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What)

More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What)

More money, more cash, more clothes (Cmon)