[Hook 1: A$AP Ferg x2] You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it You see that floor right there? Put your weave on it That floor don't look right unless your weave on it That floor don't look right unless your weave on it [Post-Hook: Crystal Caines] Oh you look good, won't you back that a** up You a fine motherf**er, won't you back that a** up They call me big batty, won't you back that a** up Girl, who is you playing with? Back that a** up [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] I was in Greensboro with about five women Laying in bed, 'bout to f** five women Marty b**h choked cause she seen me in the linen Put the Yoko Ono b**h like my name John Lennon Tones got mad cause he wasn't really winning Then he took his a** to sleep, that was only the beginning He was tired, see, I swear He was tired, see I told them b**hes "let's play a game" Weave on the floor, a** up was the aim Take clothes off, I'm about to do my thing She make it disappear like her name David Blaine, I ain't lying All the b**hes got bucking naked She threw that a** on me quick, wait a f**ing second Been playing with the guns so I'm bussing like a pellet I'm f**ing five b**hes so a n***a acting reckless [Hook 2: A$AP Ferg] Beyoncé want you to put a ring on it Beyoncé want you to put a ring on it But that floor don't look right unless your weave on it But that floor don't look right unless your weave on it [Hook 1: A$AP Ferg] [Post-Hook: Crystal Caines] [Verse 2: Crystal Caines] Do it for my n***as, n***as always seem to notice n***as in the cut all of these b**hes getting focused She gon' pop that p**y for a G The spotlight is on a 10, 20 inch D I've recorded for my n***as just in case they wanna see She whispered in my ear, she said that she a freak Put my hand on her lips, told a b**h "don't speak" Keep it coming like a red nose, shake it for a treat Said oh my god, damn it, she remind me of a masterpiece Cause her body 'bout it, yeah, we crowd around it And don't stop, she what, what, drop it like it's hot That ho over the top, definition of a thot She a threat, a threat, [?] Like she tryna give me head [?] shake it till your a** shots pop After you back it up, then drop [Verse 3: Marty Baller] I'm feeling like this one 'bout to pop Feeling how Ferg was feeling when Work was 'bout to drop n***a, you know that feeling, that work you 'bout to cop You paranoid cause they making you circle round the block I jumped over you lames, I'm now hot If I really wanted you dead already, you'd been shot I ain't playing with you dames, I'm giving these fiends rocks Spit it, I'm wicked with it, I cooked that up in the pot Switching, twisting the floors, they wondering "will it stop?" Started off at the bottom and ended up at the top Started off with a dollar and ended up making gwop All I had was a dream, been spitting since 17 Now I'm on all these [?] And no, I ain't got time to diss you lame n***as, they ain't f**ing with my pistol game They want molly and coke, I bought Crystal Caines [Hook 2: A$AP Ferg]