Yellow Tape (feat. Lil Wayne, A$ap Rocky & French Montana)

[Intro: Dj Khaled]

Attention please

Attention please

This feel like the whole entire world collapsed

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

Uh, This that yellow tape shit

They keep running out of it

We just sold like 8 bricks

We ain't running out of it

This our fucking hood bitch

Run yo' ass up out of it

This gun come with eight clips

Shoot 'til I run out of it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

I got it

I got it

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

This that yellow tape shit, me I'm 'bout to go ape shit

Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips

Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince

She get it poppin, I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch

Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm high jacking

Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five Jacksons

Sin City, K.O.D., Hundred Thousand all in one's

Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a Thousand son's

Mama you the shit i'll pay your car note

Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke

We rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's

Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

Uh, This that yellow tape shit

They keep running out of it

We just sold like 8 bricks

We ain't running out of it

This our fucking hood bitch

Run yo' ass up out of it

This gun come with eight clips

Shoot 'til I run out of it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

I got it

I got it

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]

Call me Joey I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like Baghdad

Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs

Bitches on that Pad-ad, Fuck her with her fat ass

I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's trap trap)

What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean sipping lean

Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam

When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper scream

Leave a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine

Choo-Choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold

Soo-Woop or you True Blue, don't get your block yellow taped though

Eight bricks get it shaved off

Yeen' Ho Yeen' know [You ain't know]

Range Rove or the bank roll, I shoot-shoot then change clothes

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

Uh, This that yellow tape shit

They keep running out of it

We just sold like 8 bricks

We ain't running out of it

This our fucking hood bitch

Run yo' ass up out of it

This gun come with eight clips

Shoot 'til I run out of it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

I got it

I got it

[Verse 3: French Montana]

You know we loaded with them choppers by the Hundred boy

When you talk about that work, you niggas unemployed

White work, I got it, Brown work, I got it

Two chains, show your titty ho, damn right I got it

Just copped about eight bricks, just copped about eight whips

Copped work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks

Smoke that loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk

Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk

Benz drop my top back, your bitch look, I slide that

To the South Bronx and I pop that

She call you for that ride back (Haan)

South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it

Black card no limit ho, damn right we 'bout it

Coke boy (Joe Crack)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

Uh, This that yellow tape shit

They keep running out of it

We just sold like 8 bricks

We ain't running out of it

This our fucking hood bitch

Run yo' ass up out of it

This gun come with eight clips

Shoot 'til I run out of it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

Work, Work, Work, I got it

I got it

I got it