[Intro: Lenny Kravitz]
Ooh, ooh
Mm, mm-mm
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg, Lenny Kravitz]
What we sing about, money, cars, and bitches
And duckin' from the mistress and fuckin' off the riches (Mm)
We be singin' 'bout money, hoes, and clothes
What you reap what you sow, you know how that shit go (Oh, ooh-ooh)
We be rappin' 'bout thugs, drugs, and clubs
We all need a lil' hug, we all need a lil' love (Love, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What you talkin' 'bout? What you spell could be a spell
What you sayin' could be creatin' your own hell (Oh)
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg, Lenny Kravitz]
Life and death is the power of the tongue
So I rap about upscale livin' and what I want (Oh-oh)
Champagne and ice in a Goyard trunk (Ooh)
A couple bitches lookin' nice, mansion waterfront (Ooh-ooh)
We all must admit that's thе ego talkin'
We be trollin' hard to keep thе people talkin' (Yeah)
Lil' kid rap about how he bust a drill
'Cause he heard labels givin' out a million-dollar deal (Oh, yeah)
And they don't give a fuck about none of us for real
Life insurance in case the artist get killed (Oh, yeah)
And when we gone, they be makin' a bil'
Cashin' out off your songs while they keep you in jail (Oh-oh)
And don't get caught with the R.I.C.O. on the beat, though (Oh)
Incriminate (Oh-oh) yourself with your people on the D-low
Feds come through like Deebo and they evil (Oh-oh)
Don't talk on Instagram, that's when you evoke (Yeah)
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg, Lenny Kravitz]
What we sing about, money, cars, and bitches
And duckin' from the mistress and fuckin' off the riches (Oh-uh)
We be singin' 'bout money, hoes, and clothes
What you reap what you sow (Oh), you know how that shit go (Whoa-oh)
We be rappin' 'bout thugs, drugs, and clubs
We all need a lil' hug, we all need a lil' love (Need a little love)
What you talkin' 'bout? What you spell could be a spell
What you sayin' could be creatin' your own hell (For life)
[Interlude: A$AP Ferg, Lenny Kravitz]
Uh-huh (Ay-ay, yeah), yeah
Uh-huh (Oh-oh-oh), yeah
Uh-huh (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Uh, uh (Ooh-ooh-ooh), yeah (Ooh)
[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg, Lenny Kravitz]
The trouble don't start with the pill
We self-medicate when the mental get ill (Yeah)
And wanna numb the pain 'til we can't even feel
We all walkin' in the dark and that's what give me the chills (Oh, yeah)
We all got light inside us to guide us
This for my lords and guiders, we got us (Yeah)
Keep white Jesus, Pac was a prophet
Hot like a Rasta (Whoa), synagogue my casa (Whoa-uh)
Took time to find self, got me talkin' different
Didn't talk (Oh) how I walk and it caused confliction (Whoa)
I wasn't feelin' right, I had to pay attention
Disassociated every time it caused tension (Oh-whoa-whoa)
Mary said we just wanna be happy (Yeah)
I just wanna live and take care of my family (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Keep the hate away, fuck nigga, don't dap me (Oh-oh)
Double strapped so them hoes don't trap me
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg, Lenny Kravitz]
What we sing about, money, cars, and bitches
And duckin' from the mistress and fuckin' off the riches (Yeah-yeah)
We be singin' 'bout money, hoes, and clothes (Oh-oh)
What you reap what you sow, you know how that shit go (Oh-ooh)
We be rappin' 'bout thugs, drugs, and clubs
We all need a lil' hug, we all need a lil' love (Need a little love)
What you talkin' 'bout? What you spell could be a spell
What you sayin' could be creatin' your own hell (Oh)
[Outro: Lenny Kravitz]
(Whoa, hey)
Yeah-yeah (Just want a little love)
(Yeah) We need, we need, we need a little love
(We need, we really need it)
Oh-ooh ([?])
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