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