Chorus: A$AP Ferg & A$AP Rocky]Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg)Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)Now where my dawgs at?(Frankie Mothafuckin' P)I said get at meI'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beefGet at meOstrich-skin seats like it's acneGet at meNever tacky, jeans made by AcneFuck Governor Pataki and PatakisIt's about to get uglier than BalenciagasFelt bad I never finished collegeNow we fuckin' cuties with booties in Dapper Dan silk pajamasLivin' the dream, open up your eyelidsMe and Flacko on a island with a few bad bitchesHow my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business?All my dawgs with the shit, you with a few cat littersAll the yellow with the black like the Wu back (Su)Back when I was rentin' beds, I was still catchin' headIf I was bussin' dishes, I'd be still fuckin' bitchesBoof pack, gift wrapped just like ChristmasGone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me?Had the whole Harlem World wearin' Under ArmoursUnder the armors, I'm a pretty mothafuckin' commaGorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mamaKinda runnin' late for this meetin' with ObamaI ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind rightMeet me with your romper, CC me when the vibe rightMore money, more problem, more chopper, more dramaAnd I got these hoes, feelin' like Mo BambaWhere my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool upNigga, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fuckedAnd we don't give two fucksWhere I'm from, you lunch, you foodNiggas called your bluffPockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buffI like my songs screwed upI own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffedI'ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuckYoung Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truckBig horns, tuba, more good than CubaThey tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits upBut we swerved through the bullets, get your targets upHood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trustNow where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)I said get at meI'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beefGet at meOstrich-skin seats like it's acneGet at meNever tacky, jeans made by AcneFuck Governor Pataki and Patakis