Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Mazel Tov’ by A$AP Ferg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Ferg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Go, go
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
Uh-huh, uh-huh (ayy, ayy)
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey
Mazel tov to the game (game, yeah)
Livin’ far from lames (lames)
Livin’ out in the hills (hills)
Jewish guys pay my bills (my bills)
Jewish nigga pay my tax (my tax)
Over five-hunnid racks (racks)
Uncle Sam need a slap
My new accountant need a dap (what?)
My new bitch need a bag
Who? Me? Huh, laugh (laugh)
Bitch, you better save your money
Get creative with the paper like arts and crafts
Bitch, I’m archin’ backs
Nigga, I’m off the TEC
Nigga, I built this house all by myself
Bitch, where was you at?
You was standin’ in the back (yeah)
You was sittin’ on another nigga lap takin’ pictures (yeah)
Duck face, quack-quack (woo)
You was never in the trap (yeah)
You was livin’ in the dorm room, never, ever strapped (yeah)
Jansport backpack
Matter fact (what) you was wapped (yeah)
Wasn’t you? You was hacked (yeah)
Have bricks, you a sack
Lil’ nigga, fall back (yeah)
You cap, cap, cap, cap (yeah)
Hey, hey (ayy, ayy)
Hey, hey (ayy, ayy)
Hey, yeah (ayy)
Hey, yeah (ayy)
Hey, yeah (ayy)
Ayy
Hey, yeah (ayy)
Ayy, ayy
My mom is my newest accountant
She busy countin’ my thousands
I lost a lot of money, that was a downer (yeah)
Whole fam in positions of power
Put riches in the community
And we started facin’ a problem (what?)
Hey, steppin’ undersea with a couple of bands
Three hoes like I’m Santa (ho, ho, ho)
Turnin’ Jacob to a dentist
My money stormy, makin’ rain like Kylie Jenner (woo)
When I’m on the mic and I spit that rap, I’ma kill the track (ah, ah)
A$AP, I put New York on my back (yeah)
Tesla Cybertruck up on the dash (what?)
Hunnid bitches badder than Stacey Dash
They gettin’ mad
I’m the lord, I hear all the chats (woo)
They call on me, but I don’t call ’em back
I bark like a Que, why you cap or cap?
AKA with the AK, she rat-a-tat-tat-tat
Hey (ayy, ayy)
Hey (ayy, ayy)
Hey (ayy, ayy)
Hey (ayy, ayy)
Hey, yeah (ayy)
Hey, yeah (ayy)
Hey, yeah (ayy, one, two)
Hey, yeah (one, two, three)
Ayy, ayy