Listen to Bahamas (feat. A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Twelvyy, Lil Yachty, Key, ScHoolboy Q & Smooky MarGielaa) by A$AP Mob

Bahamas (feat. A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Twelvyy, Lil Yachty, Key, ScHoolboy Q & Smooky MarGielaa)

A$AP Mob

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Mob
A$AP Mob
Performer
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
A$AP Twelvyy
A$AP Twelvyy
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Key
Key
Performer
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
Smooky MarGielaa
Smooky MarGielaa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Darold Brown
Darold Brown
Songwriter
Jamel Phillips
Jamel Phillips
Songwriter
Marcus Slade
Marcus Slade
Songwriter
Gerrell Nealy
Gerrell Nealy
Songwriter
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
Toumani Diabate
Toumani Diabate
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slade Da Monsta
Slade Da Monsta
Producer
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Frans Mernick
Frans Mernick
Recording Engineer
Federico "c sik" Lopez
Federico "c sik" Lopez
Assistant Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, Lil Boat, ay, ay (Monstas gon tear it up)
[Verse 2]
Ain't never been to Bahamas, nah
I done fucked multiple mamas
I done count multiple commas
We brought in multiple llamas
Wrap it up smooth, wrap it up smooth
Wrap it up smooth like Osama
It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do
And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah
[Verse 3]
Ain't never been to Bahamas
I done fucked multiple mamas
I done count multiple commas
We brought in multiple llamas
Wrap it up smooth, wrap it up smooth
Wrap it up smooth like Osama
It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do
And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah
[Verse 4]
I stay with that Uzi like Drama
I stay with the Uzi for drama
I stay in the cut with piranhas
My bitch bad and boujee, Kitana
I hit multiple drops with Cassandra
We having sex in the sauna
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
**** talk down, that's a uppercut
[Verse 5]
Bow, shut up, hey
Get you some money and run it up
Fuckin' your bitch, she ain't fight it off
Smokin' a blunt when I nut in her face
Hah, huh, can't hit my weed, ay
Can't water my seed, hey
Can't play in my garden, hey
Bitch, beg your pardon, hey
.223, Harden, hey
Ooh, that's James
She don't want you 'cause you lame, ay
I'm up, she'd rather fuck with us, yeah
(Uh) (Make room, make room
(Jiggy **** comin' through, talk your shit)
[Verse 6]
I ain't never been to Bahamas
A **** done been to Milano
Met with your favorite designer
Gucci show with Alessandro
Your sis' give me head on recliners
Your wife wanna throw me vagina
I fuck on your aunt, your mama
Got syrup like Aunt Jemima
Like the Maple Leaf, take a peek
Get to the bread like a bakery
Wait on me, wait for me
Soon as we fuck, get away from me
Paper plate or fine china
Benihana, McDonalds
Hit up Empanada Mamas
Eat at delis or in diners
Who that peekin' through the window?
Got the chopper 'bout to blind us
Couldn't pick me out of a line-up
**** psyching like Ewonda
Spaz fast, get to the bag
Look at the digital dash
Little bit frivolous, **** just rich and shit
Get to it, get in it, just tryna live a bit
[Verse 7]
New shades, Gosha
Got me looking like a Beatle
Up in London like a Beatle
This ain't Puma, this Needles
Ain't never been to Bahamas
But my chain's so lavish
TMZ be clucking
While they're counting my carats
Louis Vuitton, straight from Kim Jones
Ballin' like Jim Jones (Ballin')
You do not come in my zone
Woah, Dior boys in Paris
Chillin' with Kris Van Assche
White model bitch with ass
[Verse 8]
Let a Groovy **** in it
Six cars, **** winning
Big crib, tennis court
Half a million in the Porsche
Got a chopper on the porch
Back yard the Bahamas
Palms trees and recliners
Got a Rollie for my mama
Dime piece give me nana
Got a 9, ****, what
Third strike in the bush
Couple grand on the front
Fell in love in the gut
Four mil' in a month
Your career in the trunk
Last album, **** was
Whole hour full of duds
Album cover for the buds
Put the Rollie in the bust
Money talking, ****, hush
Hit the plug, **** walked off
Split the mil', ****, all four
Flippin' hoes, **** what for?
Batman in the Audo
[Verse 9]
I never been to Bahamas
A **** done been to the projects
I used to catch licks in pajamas
Now I pull up in some Prada
Margiela-mad, cop a pair every weekend
Bad bitch, she says she's Puerto Rican
Ice cold, diamonds look at me freezin'
A hunnid bands, spend that shit up in Niemans
Bring them goons out
Pull up with them drugs and Smith & Wessons
It's a shoot-out
Taking trips, I can't even hardly go to school now
I'm getting rich
'Bout to go and cop a Bentley coupe now
I'm spraying shit
Super soaker then dive in the pool now
[Verse 10]
I ain't never been to Bahamas
I ain't never broken a promise
I got a Glock and a llama
I'm on the block with Obama
I'm on the coast with a goddess
Know where to find us, know we're the finest
I'm on a boat to the tropics
Holding deposits, bulgin' my pockets
Written by: Darold Brown, Gerrell Nealy, Jamel Phillips, Marcus Slade, Quincy Hanley, Rakim Mayers, Toumani DiabatƩ
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