Текст песни Tom Ford, Jay Z

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass,
Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass.

Tom Ford. [x3]

Coming up,
Coming down,
Riding clean, fix your hair
In my crown.
Bad bitch,
H town,
Keep it trill,
Y'all know y'all can't fuck around.
Paris where we been,
Part my Parisian.
It's Hov time
In no time,
It's fuck all y'all season.
Piss Bordeaux and Burgundies,
Flush out a Riesling.
When Hov's out,
Those hoes out,
Y'all put y'all weaves in,
Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass,
Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass.
Spent all my euros
On tuxes and weird clothes,
I party with weirdoes,
Yea, Hov, yea, Hov!

[Chorus:]
I don't pop molly,
I rock Tom Ford.
International, bring back the Concorde.
Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard.

Tom Ford. [x5]

Hands down got the best flow,
Sound, I'm so special,
Sound boy burial,
This my Wayne Perry flow,
Y'all know nothing about Wayne Perry, though.
District of Columbia,
Guns on y'all Tumblrs,
Fuck hash tags and retweets,
Nigga!
140 characters in these streets,
Nigga.
Pardon my laughing, y'all only flagging on beats, nigga,
Pardon my laughing, I happen to think you sweet.

[Chorus: x2]