"Tom Ford" lyrics - JAY-Z

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, pardon my Parisian
It's Hov time in no time, it's fuck all y'all season
It's Bordeauxs and Burgundies, flush out a Riesling
When Hov's out, those 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 weirdoes, 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, yeah

Hands down got the best flow, sound I'm so special
Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow
Y'all know nothing about Wayne Perry though
District of Columbia, guns on your Tumblrs

Fuck hashtags and retweets, nigga
140 characters in these streets, nigga
Pardon my 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

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

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

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