“Tom Ford” Lyrics - Jay Z

Lyrics

“Tom Ford”


Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass

Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass

Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass


Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford


Coming up

Coming down

Riding clean fix your head, 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 out Bordeaux and Burgundies

Flush out a Riesling, when’s Hov’s out, them hoes out

Y’all put y’all weaves in and


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 weirdos

Yeah Hov yeah Hov


I don’t pop molly

I rock Tom Ford

International bring back the Concorde

Numbers don’t lie check the scoreboard


Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford


Hands down got the best flow

Sound I’m so special

Sound boy burial

This is my Wayne Perry flow

Y’all know nothing about Wayne Perry though

District of the Columbia

Guns on your Tumblrs

Fuck hashtags and retweets nigga

140 characters in these streets nigga

Pardon I’m laughing y’all only flagging on beats nigga

Pardon my laughing I happen to think you sweet


I don’t pop molly

I rock Tom Ford

International bring back the Concorde

Numbers don’t lie check the scoreboard


Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Tom Ford


Ah man homie

So throwed


Coming up (coming up)

Coming down (coming down)

Riding clean fix your head, in my crown (in my crown)

Bad bitch (bad bitch)

H town (H town)

Keep it trill y’all know y’all can’t fuck around (fuck around)


Coming up (coming up)

Coming down (coming down)

Riding clean fix your head, In my crown (in my crown)

Bad bitch (bad bitch)

H town (H town)

Keep it trill y’all know y’all can’t fuck around (fuck around)


Hold up, I don’t pop molly, I rock Tom Ford