เนื้อเพลง Mad Man - A$AP Ferg

[Playboi Carti:]
Whatchu know man it's A$AP, n*gga
It's ASAP n*gga stop all that goofy sh*t
N*gga, f*ck yo squad n*gga

[A$AP Ferg:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent 50k on the Rollie
She brought it and my b*tch broke it
She sayin' she ain't even notice
But her p*ssy wet like the ocean
Ayy
(Swim, swim, swim)
(Margiela, Mad Man!)
Master Bruce, yeah I'm the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah I'm the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I'm f*cking her friend and she know it
Margiela, mad
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don't care for no b*tch we just toss 'em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
(Uh, yeah)
There in your hood
Riding up to a bodega
Fergie 'gone blow like Omega
This ain't no game, like ain't no SEGA
Even though that beef old I don't care
I will not f*ck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Making a b*tch sing like Aretha
I'm f*cking your b*tch when you eat her
You cuffing that b*tch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya
(Margiela, mad... man!)

[Playboi Carti:]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Poppin' these pills in my coupe
I'm on the roof, move like I'm Batman
Um, damn, what
Margiela madman
(Margiela, mad!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These n*ggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh [?]
I'm stealing your hoe
Take her to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna s*ck on the d*ck
She wanna s*ck on this d*ck, s*ck like a tick
S*ck like a tick, s*ck on this sh*t
Give her to clique
Give em the clip
Get on your knees, pray for the d*ck
Pray for this sh*t, pray for the clique, pray for my n*ggas
I got my hand on the trigger, I got my hand on her p*ssy
All of these n*ggas they p*ssy
He run away like a wuss
I got the paper like books
I can't pull up b*tch I'm booked
Walked in that b*tch and the b*tches they looked
All of these n*ggas, these n*ggas they shook
29 hop on the tour, watch this lil boss while I make a lil call

N*gga, f*ck yo squad
A$AP n*gga