This The Reason

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] Rick, slick, slick, Rick Uh, uh, ayy Rick, slick, slick, slick, Rick Uh Yeah, I'm Ricky, yeah, I'm Ricky, shit Yeah [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] This the reason why your girl walkin' bow-legged This the reason why them hoes goin' both ways This the reason why she always comin' home late See you in her recent, call, but it don't ring, don't ring Flacko Jodye, Frenchy, Frenchy, how they throw me Cocky poppi, copy, got it all upon my lonley Niggas 'round their homies, show me 'lil woadie Brodie 'bout to bus' a forty, never run up on me I ain't sorry, no, niggas know how the story go [Verse 2: French Montana] One time for my nigga, Shawty Lo Hunnid chains on, twenty-four karat gold Shawty blow, feds nap, now it's time to go Talk about me and you, your momma and your cosuin too We pullin' up, slammin' on doors Coke Boyz and them A$AP boys (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I'm on a bean, I was on the corner servin' fiends, now Now, I'm in a foreign lookin' clean now, seen, hah Money make niggas turn to fiends, fiends, hah Raggin' all them bitches used to dream about, see how We the reason why them bitches walkin' bow-legged We the reason, if we beefin', lookin' both ways When you get to this paper, man, they all hate That's the reason why I rock my shoes with no lace, hah [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky] Get ignant, kick big shit, misfit Got my dick tip sucked, sucked, hah Makin' big shit, switch lanes, [?] When the wrist flick, what's up, what the fuck? Uh, big body nigga, Flacko Jodye, man Ever since a little woadie showed the [?] Listenin' to Prince, I'm on the purple rain Listen Rakim, I want a golden chain Slick Rick got the eyepatch, I match Now I got the new flatscreens and iPads [Verse 4: French Montana] Let my side bitch do my income tax Threw me in the jungle, came back with a lion on my back We supplyin' all of that, they be dyin' over there Took a couple losses, but we ain't cryin' over that There's some crack over there, we got racks over here I ain't talkin' laptops, we got Macs over there We be ridin' through the jungle, we was firin' with them bullets We be climbin' up a ladder, we be ridin' when it fumble Cash cold from the freezer, got some hoes in the [?] The model was a drug dealer, the [?] was a priest, hah