Intro: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean 
Yeah, yeah (Hit-Boy) 
Woah, yeah, yeah 
Sean, what up nigga? (Sean, what up nigga?) 
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah 
Lil'?bitch

Verse 1: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean 
Couple?riders with them?llamas if you pick a bone?wit’ me 
Put my bitch up on designer, got Balenci' on her feet 
My Mama say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me 
'Cause I know I’m out here blessed, got so many reasons on me 
Yeah niggas done tried and niggas done died, too many believers around me 
Yeah I know my enemies meeting up, double-teaming on me 
Now you know nobody tried that ever got pieces off me 
Fucking these hoes 'til they be dying, don't catch a seizure on me 
See, Ferg used to move the product in the old school (Yeah) 
Thumbing through paper from last year but it's not old news (Right) 
My psycho bitch, she got me shopping up at Whole Foods 
Fucking these cougars like a young nigga s'posed to 
I got your bitch up on the mattress while I'm flying OT (Woo!) 
I'm sick and tired of all the yapping, little nigga I'm your OG (Woo!) 
My diamonds shining like the ball that drop on New Year’s Eve (Come on!) 
And she countdown to the D, she be like "5-4-3"

Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean
Now drop down, you a freak (Milly rock)
Bend it over, touch your feet (Yeah!)
Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique (So unique)
Back that thing up on my nigga from the D (Woah, oh, that's me?)

Verse 2: Big Sean & A$AP Ferg
Okay, back out the hearse, they trapped out the church (Woo!)
Niggas say my name, okay they asked for the worst (Come on!)
Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse (Damn!)
Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk (That’s right!)
Kill 'em off one-by-one, "Final Destination"
Fuck that medication, I'm sipping cold flu Echinacea (Come on!)
You done fucked up, I stayed up, sleep deprivation (Woo!)
They on the search nigga (Uh!), know your worth nigga (Yeah!)
Tell the DJ bring it back, reimburse niggas (Damn)
Alhamdulill?h, my finance advisors been through hell
Oh well, pshh, we on fire (Woo, woo!)
Brung her back home more times than McGwire, higher (Grr)
Trap Lord packed out the risers
Big getting his bread, your pocket on carb diets
I just start up a riot at all the Hyatts
And make them hoes leave right before they cook the omelets (Woo, woo!)

Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Big Sean
Drop down (Woah), you a freak (Woah)
Bend it over (Yeah), touch your feet (Touch your feet)
Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique (So unique)
Back that thing up on my nigga from the D (Oh, that’s me?)
On God!
Now, drop down (Down), you a freak (Hoo!)
Bend it over, woah (Come on!), touch your feet (Touch your feet)
Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique (So unique)
Then throw it back on my nigga from NYC (Oh, that's me?)

Outro: Big Sean & A$AP Ferg
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse
Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk (That's right!)