[Intro]
Layin' next to a bitch when I woke up in the crib
Breakfast from my moms got me feeling like a kid
Only thing missing is a bib
[?] at the door, wonder if I'll ever hit

[Verse 1]
Y3 Poncho
Swag like the Fonzo
These n***as fags like mano y mano
Plates from Chicago
Bitch from Toronto
Into getting head like the honcho, pronto
Butt, butt-fuckin' naked bitches in my condo
Fuck Knicks, I'd rather sell tix like Rondo
Murcielago, swag like the macho man Randy Savage
It's A$AP, bastards

[Chorus]
All gold grills, no diamonds, we shining
Ski masks on, like we robbers, we mobbing
Out all night whippin' 4 wheeler bikes
This the new improved Harlem
What's the motherfuckin' problem, huh?
What's the motherfuckin' problem, huh?
What's the motherfuckin' problem?
Out all night whippin' 4 wheeler bikes
This the new improved Harlem
What's the motherfuckin' problem, huh?
Let that shit marinate
What's the motherfuckin' problem?
Do this for the youth
Mouth full of gold tooths
And 40 Below boots
What's the motherfuckin' problem?
[Verse 2]
Why bother?
Our father
Who art in heaven
Massive weapons
Black beretta, a MAC-11
Bible chapters
Casket, ribbons, pastors, wettens
Funeral, juvenile and adolescence (Ah)
And I'm back to wearing gold chains
Fuck your bandwagon, we made our own lane
I was 15 when I sold 'caine
Made 8 thou' off a mothafucking phone rang
8 racks n***a
Stay back n***a
A$AP n***a
When you think of my clique, think trap n***as
Fuck it, I'll get back with you

[Chorus]
All gold grills, no diamonds, we shining
Ski masks on, like we robbers, we mobbing
Out all night whippin' 4 wheeler bikes
This the new improved Harlem
What's the motherfuckin' problem, huh?