Artist: A$AP Mob f/ Juicy J Album: Cozy Tapes, Vol. 1: Friends Song: Yamborghini High Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: A$AP Rocky] + (Juicy J) Yeah, yeah I'm (y'all know what it is) Yeah I'm, yeah I'm (SHUT THE FUCK UP~!!) Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm [Chorus 2X: A$AP Rocky] Yamborghini high, Lambo by the crib, this is how it is Yeah these niggas fake, no we can't relate Yamborghini high, Lambo by the crib, this is how it is This is how we live - bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches [Juicy J - over Chorus] Mm-mm You know it! We do it~! [A$AP Rocky] + (Juicy J) Yeah I'm gettin' cake, yeah it's no debate, yeah I fornicate with foreign hoes that I date like every day, ay (mm-mm) Yeah I rock the Raf, yeah I bought the Wraith, yeah I'm out of state Yeah I like to race - yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm (you know it) Yeah I wake up late, yeah I'm out of shape, yeah I'm eatin' crêpes Yeah I'm sippin' wine, yeah she feed me grapes, ay (grapes) She make no mistakes, me make no complaints (hey) I love how she think she graduated with that brain She go to [Chorus] [Juicy J - over Chorus] You know it! SHUT THE FUCK UP~!! [A$AP Nast] + (Juicy J) Tool, on my waist, shades, on my face, money, in the bank Make, no mistake, Nast, does it, great, hey Hoes, wanna, fuck, car, parked out front; 7:45 on the fuckin' dot, your bitch down to ride (you know it!) Leav-in' wit' me cause, I'm a G, made, in these streets Rep, for the streets, so I, keep a, piece (let's get it) Niggas, try to front, act, if he want, act, like he tough End up in a box, layin', on the side (magic!) [Chorus] [A$AP Ant] Uhh, my momma told me "Save that money, bank accounts, don't spend that bread" Cash out on new necklaces, 14 karat bracelet Dibble dabble with the lean, Hi-Tech with the cream, soda As I whipped the yola, Lambo red, Coca Cola My bros Cosa Nostra, ridin' on a speedboat She suckin', lickin', deep throat, Rey Mysterio When I'm jumpin' off the top rope, banana clip with the scope Wearin' all white like I'm the mothafuckin' Pope [A$AP Ferg] + {Juicy J} Alright~! I'm on a Yamborghini high, flyin' high through the sky, aiyyo Yammy's vision got us rich, catch a nigga flyin' by in a Lambo (yeah) Sippin' the Henny got me gone, now I'm gettin' in my zone, aiyyo R.I.P. to my nigga, the gallon goin' to my dome, aiyyo {you know it!} This how it feel to be rich, fuckin' bitches in the mix, yeah Where the chiquitas is at? Yamborghini with the shits, yeah Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah I ain't with the game bitch, she blowin' my cartridge, ay (alright~!) My Jewelry glistenin' why I'm always chilly, can't believe a nigga made a couple milli' (yeah) 'Bout to cop the house way up in the hillies with a bad bitch, in the Bentley (uhh) Wood grain with the roof gone, make a bitch fold like a futon (yeah) Gettin' bread like a crouton, tell me what the fuck is you on (ooh-OOOHH!) [Chorus] [Juicy J - over Chorus] You know it! That's how it is! You know it! [Interlude: A$AP Twelvyy] OG, nigga keep it low key Boolin' in your low man... Tourin' with the Rollies, rollin', chiefin' OG Damn I got the smoke right... Let you gain floor seats, foreign hoes, foreign freaks All that on the boat trip... Nigga I'm an OG, got it for the dope fiends Product of the dope game... [A$AP Rocky - over Interlude] Real nigga shit man, you know what I'm sayin'? Mu'fucker come up on me man It's gon' be a mu'fuckin' problem Shouts my nigga Yamborghini, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm messed up off this shit man [Outro - w/ Twelvyy + Rocky ad-libs in the background] Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout {*8X*}