Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Chateau’ by A$AP Rocky. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Rocky or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Oh, oh, hahaha
Oh shit, “Gang gang in this b***h”
They smoking the gas now (yeah), I done caught contact (yeah)
My iPhone is smashed now (oh), I got new contacts (oh)
Itchy, my eyes I’ma scratch now like I need new contacts
Put my bros on the MAC now (what?), I’m signing new contracts
Bro, laid off the lean, like “F*ck do you mean?” Take shit out of context (uh, huh)
There’s blood on the leaves, leave what we leave, I’m here for the contracts
Got more money than me, we taking your vehicle, call it a car jack (oh)
Don’t let him misread you, he gon’ deceive you, hit him no call back (Get it)
Hell are my broads at? They where my dawgs at (uh, huh)
These niggas floor flat (uh), what’s with the war slatt (uh)
I done lost contact (uh), hit and don’t call back (yeah)
The street a hundred and ten feel (yeah, let’s go), like Willy Wombat
Talk shit, gossip then I go (eskeetit, eskeetit, yeah)
Supermodel in my robe (hey, yeah)
All these diamonds not for show (no, Chateau rain)
I was swallowed by the bowl (yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, grr, grr)
When I pull up, and it’s all of the homies (yeah)
Don’t act like you know me, you’re playing it close (close)
They claiming it’s raining, well that’s what they told me
I told ’em to show me, I’m ready to go
You niggas been lonely
When we go to check ya, don’t fold like bologna
I thought you would know (hey)
Soundtrack for Spider-Man, me and the homies
And shoutout to Sony, I’m ready to go (shit, yeah)
Ready to go, I’m ready to go
I put in my vote like my senators
Don’t keep the ten on my toes and my head on a roll shit (goddamn)
Like (shit) I never paint ’em, my head is a globe
I swing for the tennis, I’m stressing the strobe
And if they didn’t know, I’m letting ’em know (shit)
They smoking the gas now (what?), I done caught contact (let’s go)
My iPhone is smashed now (what?), I got new contacts (oh)
Itchy, my eyes I’ma scratch now like I need new contacts (I do)
Put my bros on the MAC now (yeah), I’m signing new contracts
Talk shit, gossip then I go (eskeetit, eskeetit, yeah)
Supermodel in my robe (hey, yeah)
All these diamonds not for show (no, Chateau rain)
I was swallowed by the bowl (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, grr, grr)