Vultures 2 (2024) - Kanye West (with Ty Dolla $ign)












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Field Trip lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. Don Toliver, Playboi Carti, Kodak Black)

This ain't cheddar, this quiche

Got a bitch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)
Doin' this syrup to circulate
Fuck her just to make her late
Do it just to rock her life
Take it just to rock her life
Call her just to rock her life
Ride it just like I ride my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a ride (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip (Schyeah)
Take her out her house

Uh, I'm spittin' out venom
The baby not real, it's not in 'em
Send 'em a letter, I kill 'em
Close that boy door, we dismissed him
I done got too high, just a little
And I'm out my mind, just a little
Red Lambo', red Skittles
Double O-5, we criminal
I ain't buy the yacht, bought the missile
Tape on the gun, can't miss 'em
Tape on it
Shake on it, shake on it
Uh, shawty keep fuckin' my bones
Movin' too fast, 'bout to break somethin'
Shawty keep hidin' my phone
Keep doin' that, I'ma break somethin'
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, break somethin'

Got a bitch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)
Doin' this syrup to circulate (Hold up)
Fuck her just to make her late (Hold up)
Do it just to rock her life (Hold up, hold up)
Take it just to rock her life (Hold up, hold up)
Call her just to rock her life (Hold up)
Ride it just like I ride my bike (Hold up, uh-uh)
Take her on a field trip (Uh-uh)
Take her on a ride (Uh-uh)
Take her on a trip (Uh-uh)
Take her out her house (Huh)

Whippin' that Benz like a rental
Two hundred cash, my bitch say I'm mental
Medical plans, I'm all in her dental
We like a dog, I'm fresh out the kennel
Niggas say, "Gas", they rollin' up fennel

Ain't on my level, lil' bitch, don't reach
Always hollerin' 'bout you rich, we riche
This ain't no regular cheddar, this quiche
You ain't outside, I wish it was different (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
You ain't outside, I wish it was different (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

I'm draggin' my nuts, got my dick out in the dirt
Put it right in her butt, got her twerkin' in Turks
That my lil' bitch, she gon' listen to Durk
In the trenches with her feelin' uncomfortable
I was crushin' on you, now I'm fuckin' on you
Steady bussin' on you, now you love me
Haters gon' say you can just want my lil' paper
But who wouldn't want a nigga with some money?
Dick in her stomach, I make her a bunny
That foreign imported from Saudi Arabia
Like how you riding the dick like a gangster
For Yeezy you can turn my dealer to an angel
My name just shoulda been Ty
'Cause Dolla $ign, give will do it
Got my bitch high as shit, she out of her mind
Bae on the trip, I done took her to Six Flags

Got a bitch to ride a bike
Ride a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)
Doin' this syrup to circulate
Fuck her just to make her late
Do it just to rock her life
Take it just to rock her life
Call her just to rock her life
Ride it just like ridin' my bike
Take her on a field trip
Take her on a ride (Schyeah)
Take her on a trip
Take her out her house
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Slide lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Pretty girl, all she ever do is take selfies
So she only fuckin' with a nigga 'cause I'm wealthy
Back when I was broke, I couldn't find no one to help me
Now there ain't a motherfuckin' thing they can tell me (Yeah!)
Ye got the rhythm, make the ladies go brazy
Dolla got the stroke, make her wanna have my babies
Wheezy got a baddie on the couch with him right now
If that pussy good, I'ma put her on the flight
On sight, when I see you, it's on sight
When your man ain't loving you right, somebody else will
And I might be that somebody else, for real
Tonight, tell him you ain't comin' home tonight
And you won't be alone, no lie
You know I'ma slide, slide, slide (Yeah!)

Slide in, slide in
Would you ride?
Baby, would you ride with me? (Yeah!)
Slide in, slide in
Would you ride?
Baby, would you ride for me? (Yeah!)

[Kanye West:]
She know what I like, got me in a twilight
Headed to the high-rise, cruisin' like Eyes Wide Shut (Yeah!)
But I slide in it like a drive-by
The industry don't like me, tell them pussy niggas likewise (Yeah!)
They tried to hit me with the cyanide (Yeah!)
Nice try, if you play with one of my guys
It's gon' be a homicide twice
We gon' paint the city red, it's tie-dye, ask Ty (Yeah!)
Addicted to the nightlife, jumping off a jet, skydive
Your life a movie, mine a sci-fi (Yeah!)
Told her friends she a ten, I lied
Really she in the high fives (Yeah!)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Slide in, slide in
Would you ride?
Baby, would you ride with me? (Yeah!)
Slide in, slide in
Would you ride?
Baby, would you ride for me? (Yeah!)

Baby, would you ride with me? (Yeah!)
Baby, would you ride with me? (Yeah!)
Yeah!
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Time Moving Slow lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign

You were the only thing that felt like home, how I thought I had it all?
Going through the messages that's stored on my phone
Read questions like I'm not alone
I'm not alone

We was gone off that old potion
Hit that slow motion, what you got?
Going rogue, someone left the stove open, we too hot
It was double R, we was Range Rovin' with the Rocky, Rolley, Rolls Royce
Ruff Ryder Anthem just to drop, huh
We stored the popcorn, oops, that's my cock, huh
Got my heart broke, I liked that bitch a lot, huh
Time, time moving slow, I ain't trippin', no
I thought you had to know

Time moving slow
I just thought you had to know
Time moving slow

You were the only thing that felt like home
How I thought I had it all?
Going through the messages that's stored on my phone
Read questions like I'm not alone
You were the only thing that felt like—

Time moving slow (Time moving slow)
Time moving slow (Time moving slow)
Time moving slow (Time moving slow)
Enjoy the time moving slow, oh yeah
Enjoy the—

I, run it, uh, uh-
Mmm, mm, mm
Mmm, mm, mm
Mmm, mm, mm
Mmm, mm, mm
Mmm, mm, mm

I can't believe in you niggas, I see through you niggas
Exceeded the limits, took over my story and rewrote the ending, I did
Had to show up and deliver that shit
Had the yacht out on the ocean, I did
Go ahead and cry me a river, you bitch
Just try to bring me to my lowest, I still brought the vision
I see through the blinds
When everyone is, it's a sign of the times
Niggas been fallin' behind
I got some images stuck in my mind
I gotta hit 'em, the perfect, it's time
We finna get it this time
We goin' bigger this time
Feelin' like Jig in his prime

Time moving slow
I thought you had to know
Time moving slow
I thought you had to know
Time moving slow
Enjoy the time moving slow, oh yeah
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Isabella lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign)

(Buy me shoes)
You better buy me those fucking shoes
No
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Promotion lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. Future)

She said she leavin' her boyfriend
She wanna meet me at a Ritz-Carlton
She lookin' pretty, she lookin' gorgeous
We makin' love, but we heartless

She want ass-shots (Shots)
Give her face-shots (Face)
Back of the Maybach ('Bach)
Your ho get slayed, yeah
Tryna get saved, yeah
Who am I to hate? Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I just wanna get paid
Give my ho a brea-ay-ay-ay-ak

I go gravity above the stars, goin' to Mars when I flow
Can't be trippin' off that money, baby, let a nigga go
Gotta get used to this type of service, travelin' through the back door
I just put a bitch on, bought another nigga ho

I just put your bitch on another bitch and hit 'em both
All a sudden, he a friend when I send that bitch a toast
When she want attention, she disguise it as a post
I forgot to mention, she was mine before she yours
She gon' need the coochie like she cake (Cake)
All we do is fuck, we don't go on dates
I know some young thug GOATS in L.A.
She just wanna pop a pill and go to space (Ayy)

I go gravity above the stars, goin' to Mars when I flow
Can't be trippin' off that money, baby, let a nigga go
Gotta get used to this type of service, travelin' through the back door
I just put a bitch on, bought another nigga ho

When you bring your thot friends, you let everybody know
When you said you're not friends, you let everybody go
Baby girl, hop in, we goin' everywhere but broke
Like we always do it this—

She gon' eat the coochie for promotion
Knock that thing loosely, now she woke
I just kick the cookie out the do'
I'm in all coochie, it ain't my fault
She gon' eat the coochie for promotion
Knock that thing loosely, now she woke
I just kick the cookie out the do'
I'm in all coochie, it ain't my fault

She said she leavin' her boyfriend
She wanna meet me at a Ritz-Carlton
She lookin' pretty, she lookin' gorgeous (Gorgeous)
We makin' love, but we heartless

Like we always do
Like, like we always
Like, like we always do at this time
Like we always do, uh
Like we always
Like we always do at this
Like we always
Like, like we always
Like we always do at this
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Husband lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign)

Neighbors know this shit get out of hand, but they smile
'Cause you been so long without a man
And it won't be, and it won't be long 'til you're out of bands
The only thing you really need is a husband
The only thing you really need is a husband
The only thought you ever need is "I trust him"
All your dreams, all your goals
It's promised with this ring I have in my hands
The main thing a nigga got is these plans
Gotta plan for us, gotta plan to grow
Gotta plan for homes, gotta plan for bad times
Gotta plan for good times, gotta plan for hood times
Gotta plan for hook crimes, gotta plan for trust
Gotta plan for lust, gotta plan for Beverly Hills
You know that's where they at (Uh, uh)
You know that's where they at, Beverly Hills
You know that's where they at
I don't really wanna go back to that
If I do, I know I'm goin' back to back
Breakin' backs and back
Imagine that, that is half of that, so I handle that
All you really need is a husband, show you love him
Let him touch you, let him rub you, let him hug you
Let him thug you, let him hold you down
All you really need is a husband who gon' touch you
Who gon' rub you, who gon' hug you?
Who gon' kiss you, who gon' miss you with no issue?
With no issue, it no issue

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Lifestyle lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. Lil Wayne)

Look at you, look at you, look at you
Oh, they got you stayin' when them rooms got the lock on the minibar, uh
You gotta get out here, baby
You gotta get out here, baby

She wanna live this lifestyle
She wanna live this lifestyle
She wanna live this lifestyle
She said she ready to go

She said she, she said she, she said she ready
And I start talkin' dirty like I'm Nelly
Give me my lip service like the celly
Codeine and cocaine, that's lips tatted when it's Kelly
Ice up in my veins, old flames tryna melt me
I twist my Taylor spliffs tight at the end like Travis Kelce
Got that BBL, then you put on a couple lbs
BBWs been tryna eat me like I'm healthy
She say she wanna live this lifestyle
This life's a bitch, I make her love her like she dyked out
Oh, right now, you act like you 'bout that life now
Just hope your pussy lips give your pussy a nice smile
Ice on, the money long, wan' pay my lifelong
But if it ain't, it's all gravy like the rice gone
She sittin' on this D like you sittin' on your iPhone
And I'll beat it up to this song like this the fight song
Ooh, child, she want Tunechi, she want Tune' child
But cool down, I'm too classy for them schoolgrounds
Fast life, fast lane, check the gas like
You can't have your cake and eat it too, and I'm the last slice

She wanna live this lifestyle
She wanna live this lifestyle
She wanna live this lifestyle
She said she ready to go
She ready, she ready, she ready
She ready
She ready, she ready, yeah
She say she ready to go

Ooh, import that SLS Miami
She got them cheeks on, I'ma tap it all
This gon' be your theme song, we could take our time
Baby, we won't be long, oh
So forgive me if I cop a little
Got so much ice around my neck, look like a chandelier
She want a nigga that gon' buy her the bag
Lookin' for the baby that gon' know how to act
Remember at that rooftop when I seen you in that black bikini?
Looked to the city, you had never been in a Lamborghini
I'm 'bout to circle back and it won't be too long
She always gon' choose me 'cause I know what she want

She wanna live this lifestyle (Yeah)
She wanna live this lifestyle (Ooh)
She wanna live this lifestyle (Oh yeah)
She said she ready to go
She ready, she ready, she ready (Oh yeah)
She ready
She ready, she ready, yeah (Oh, ooh)
She say she ready to go

Neighbors know this shit get out of hand, but they smile
'Cause you been so long without a man
And it won't be, and it won't be long 'til you're out of bands
You better buy me those fuckin' shoes
The only thing you really need is a husband (Husband)
The only thing you really need is a husband (Husband)
The only thought you ever need is, "I trust him" (I trust him)
All your dreams, all your goals (Dreams, your goals)
It's promised with this ring I have in my hands (My hands)
The main thing a nigga got is these plans (Plans)
Got a plan for us, got a plan to grow
Got a plan for homes, got a plan for bad times
Got a plan for good times, got a plan for hood times
Got a plan for hood crimes, got a plan for trust
Got a plan for lust, got a plan for Beverly Hills (Hills)
You, you know that's where they at (Where they at)
Uh, uh, uh, you know that's where they at (Where they at)
Got a plan for Beverly Hills (Hills)
You know that's where they at (Where they at)
I don't really wanna go back to that (Back to that)
If I do, I know I'm going back to back (Back to back)
Breakin' backs and bags, imagine that
That's the half of this
So I handle that (I handle that)
All you really need is a husband
Show you love and let him touch you
Let him rub you, let him hug you
Let him thug you, let him hold you down (Down)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
All you need is a husband who gon' touch you
Who gon' rub you, who gon' hug you
Who gon' kiss you, who gon' miss you with no issue
With no issue, ain't no issue
Ain't no issue (Issue)
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Maybe lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign)

Do or die
You and I
Like a blank page (Maybe we-)
See inside
Most hot (Maybe we don't-)
Maybe (Maybe we don't last forever)
Like a hopeless romantic, oh-oh-oh
Hopelessly, yeah

Just to cope
Just a possible word of hope, like
Maybe, possibly, if, done somethin', this

That suit and tie shit
That marathon shit
That take-it-off shit
That cuttin' off bitch
I want you tonight
I need you tonight
Come see through my eyes
Girl, why would I lie?
I want love
I want love (I want love)

Broke the hump, go and let 'em
Buy, don't want rent 'em (I want love)
Buy them stilleto
I don't forget her (Maybe we don't last forever)
Get up!, Get up!

(Maybe we don't last for—)
(Maybe we—)
(Maybe we—)

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Bomb lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. Chicago West, North West)

Mm
Mm

Ayy, you know me, I'm the bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb (Yeah)
I'm the— I'm the—
I'm the— I'm the—
Bomb (Yeah)
And you know me, I'm the bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb
I'm the— I'm the—
I'm the— I'm the—
Bomb (Yeah)
Ohayōgozaimasu
Kon'nichiwa
Ohayōgozaimasu
Kon'nichiwa
Watashi no na ma e wa nōsu-chan (Oh)
Watashi no na ma e wa nōsu-chan (Oh)
And you know me, I'm the bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb (Yeah)
I'm the— I'm the—
I'm the— I'm the— (I know, I know)
Bomb (Yeah)
And you know me, I'm the bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb
I'm the— I'm the—
I'm the— I'm the—
Bomb (Oh)
Ohayōgozaimasu (Oh)
Kon'nichiwa (Oh)
Ohayōgozaimasu (Oh)
Kon'nichiwa (Oh, oh)
Watashi no na ma e wa nōsu-chan (Oh)
Watashi no na ma e wa nōsu-chan (Oh)
(Oh)
Mm, mm
Oh, oh

It's Chicago, you know I'm the one
I like to have fun
I like to go to the beach
I like the sun
You know which one
I only wave when I'm telling them bye (Oh)
(Bye, bye, bye)
I said
(Bye, bye, bye)
Goodbye (Oh)
Chi-chi
What are you about?
Because
Chi-chi out
Chi-chi out
Chi-chi out
I like to have fun all day, day, day-day-day (Oh)
There's only one thing to do
It is pray
P-p-pray (Oh)

[Japanese:]

Mm
Mm

Ayy, you know me, I'm the bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb (Yeah)
I'm the— I'm the—
I'm the— I'm the—
Bomb (Yeah)
And you know me, I'm the bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb
I'm the— I'm the—
I'm the— I'm the—
Bomb (Yeah)
おはようございます
こんにちは
おはようございます
こんにちは
わたしのなまえはノースちゃん (Oh)
わたしのなまえはノースちゃん (Oh)
And you know me, I'm the bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb (Yeah)
I'm the— I'm the—
I'm the— I'm the— (I know, I know)
Bomb (Yeah)
And you know me, I'm the bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb
I'm the— I'm the—
I'm the— I'm the—
Bomb (Oh)
おはようございます (Oh)
こんにちは (Oh)
おはようございます (Oh)
こんにちは (Oh, oh)
わたしのなまえはノースちゃん (Oh)
わたしのなまえはノースちゃん (Oh)
(Oh)
Mm, mm
Oh, oh

It's Chicago, you know I'm the one
I like to have fun
I like to go to the beach
I like the sun
You know which one
I only wave when I'm telling them bye (Oh)
(Bye, bye, bye)
I said
(Bye, bye, bye)
Goodbye (Oh)
Chi-chi
What are you about?
Because
Chi-chi out
Chi-chi out
Chi-chi out
I like to have fun all day, day, day-day-day (Oh)
There's only one thing to do
It is pray
P-p-pray (Oh)
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530 lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. Lil Wayne)

Baby, yeah
Oh, baby, I'll pick up when you call, yeah

5:30, the car missin'
No text backs or call misses
I feel like we all victims
Nights is gettin' long
Drunk textin', I should not do Patrón

I hop on the phone, turn the music up, got in my zone
Drunk textin', I should probably sue Patrón
Had to do wrong order to do you right
You gotta go through in order to give advice
It's the price of the litty nights, I know the liquor hittin'
Why when somebody break your heart, it help fix your vision?
If you fall in love with a demon or a diva
Pray your soulmate got a soul when you meet her
The crystal ball couldn't tell me if they'll leave again
Problems too extra large to share with a medium
We fight not for flesh and blood on this level
And devil's advocate is advocatin' for the devil
And love is all drainin' and stop, it's all fatal
We used to be secretive, but now it's all blatant
It's all just lost, ain't it? Watchin' it all cave in
We the topic of conversation

5:30, the car missin'
No textin', just call missin'
We fight and you won't listen
You right, we both trippin'

It's game time, matter fact, it's Ye time
The past year been a strange time
Visitations on FaceTime
And who gon' break who's heart first? Always just breaks mine
Looking for blessings that God had hand me
I'm tryna just raise the family, somebody should raise the nanny
I'm tryna leave you alone
But that last text was courtesy of Patrón

5:30, the car missin'
Emotions is all distant, no texts, just calls missin'
We fight and you won't listen
You right, we both trippin'

Daddy didn't know
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah, ooh-ooh, ooh

5:30, the car missin'
Is this what you call distance?
What's up in a glass prison?
Dumped up for a last visit

That does it, woah, hope that did it
That gets it, no, that did it
Mad with it, I thought that we had did it
Everybody want too much of us, everybody except for us
I don't know what's left of us, writing what's left of us
Tryna write what's left of us, tryna write what's left of us
Runnin' up nothin' else, wanna does
Everything they said it was, everything they read it was
I don't know how bad it was, I don't know how I forget it does
I don't know how I forget it does
You know it was, you know it is, you know the kid, you know we did and I know we did
Know this, I'ma go with it, I'ma go with it and I go with it
Don finna go with it, I throw within and we goin' in
One phone for the whole list and goin' up with the thunder
I can't take it, I can't take it
You a fake bitch
You don't really love Ye, go listen to Drake, bitch
You don't live in those songs, what it take, bitch
Go listen to Lil Baby, go listen to Future, bitch
Go soft, you don't think about your future, bitch
Don't stop from the top, I'ma do with this
Now think 'bout what I'm gonna do with this
Got a lot, done a friend wrong, don't think this
Can't fall from the top for you fake bitch
You don't really love Ye, go listen to Drake, bitch
You don't wanna know what I'ma do to this
Listen to Lil Baby, listen to Future, bitch
Before somethin' for the temperament for a fugitive
Before it's done and a one and I don't love hoes
You don't love Ye, you love Moneybagg Yo
I done signed it, where you sign it? What he bad for?
What he mad for? You a fake bitch
Don't listen to me, don't listen to you, go listen to Drake, bitch
Listen to Lil Baby, go listen to Future, bitch
But I'm another for your future, bitch
And I hope your baby daddy was a fugitive
And I hope you sign a thunder when you lose the kids
And I hope you think what you gonna do with this

His last words were untrue
This last text 'cause Patron
Did I say something dumb?
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Dead lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. Future and Lil Durk)

[Future:]
Yeah
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
She dead now, shit over
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead
Young nigga, iced out, in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled
I can't be playin' with these diamonds
I can't be playin' with this money, no way

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Ooh, yeah
My new bitch a whole mood, yeah
Top floor nights, I'm a movie
Fucked all her friends, she got two left
Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Heff'
I'm a dog, I DM my ex
She rockin' clothes from five days ago
It's gettin' cold, you need a different coat

[Lil Durk:]
(Brr)
Brodie OD'd off the Xan, I hope my bitch understand
I put the switch on a ten
This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy
Bitch, get your feet out the bed
I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin'
I know a killer who forcin' my hand
Paid him in cash
Six carat earrings, don't hear what you sayin'
Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand
Why you run off and I gave you a ten?
I gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend
Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in
Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man
Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed
I fuck off [?] fuck her again
Went on my live and I upped a mill'
Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her, for real?
Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel
Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri
She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel
I took a pic with the switch in the mirror

[Future:]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young nigga, iced out, in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't be playin' with these diamonds (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't be playin' with this money, no way (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

But I'm still in the Lamb' on a Tesla
But I'm still in the Lamb', yeah, yeah
Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim
I'm still goin' ham, yeah, yeah
Drop 'em and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em
Ain't with the fraud and I ain' with the scams
Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'
Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims
Custom interior, came with the him
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym
Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

[Kanye West:]
Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty
Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty?
Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey
Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey
You don't need to work, girl, you too pretty
You the reason why your friends bought new titties
You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me
Found out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me
When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me
How you ain't got no business, but you too busy?
For your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty
All I ever wanted was you to be true with me
House up in the hills like Drew, with me
Same house back in school that you drew with me
We both make mistakes, but is you with me?
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
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Forever Rolling lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. Lil Baby)

Forever rollin'
Forever rollin'
Forever rollin'
Forever rollin'

Took nothin' to somethin', I took the time out, too
Led under-dividers to strugglin' and they never found out who
I call the vision in Saudi, it's like a hide-out
I make a move in the mornin', fuck it, let's ride out
Them Lamborghinis be skridin' on any corner
Ain't really nothin' I ain't had, nigga, you know I ain't lyin'
"Keep your money in front you," I had to tell the lil' homie
You stop believin' these hoes, you had the time of your life
Mask on out in public like you ain't never know him
Pills turn 'em to zombies, now they forever rollin'
How many times you ain't warn 'em, then they tell you what you gonna do
Had to dip off from London, I had too many that night
Fuck your favorite rapper, his number ain't never numbers
Fuck your latest designer, this that new Yeezy come-up
Platinum cars turn milk chocolate to peanut butter
Niggas claimin' they called me, ain't even had my number
In the midst of the storm and you see me stuntin' on 'em
He gon' handle that for you, now you forever owe him
Fuck the head of the company, I'm the better owner
Y'all put hurdles in front of me with bananas on 'em
Then you wonder why a ape'll go bananas on 'em
Protect your head from this burn, like it's tannin' lotion
See, we started off hustlin', then we ended up ballin'
I had to follow my callin', now we forever rollin'

Forever rollin'
Forever rollin'
Forever rollin'
Forever rollin'

Why you always act like you want me to come and jack you up?
Never gon' be you against the world 'cause I'ma back you up
You know why we stand there, bro, the cap ain't nothin'
I was on my last and I can't ask for nothin'
They get on yo' ass as soon as I press the button
It ain't no comparison, I'm one of one
I pray God amputate my legs if I was to ever run
Youngins doin' shit I don't condone, but I still pay they bond
I don't fuck with dog, but I look out for mom though
Bro need a spot, I let 'em play the condo
I know that I'm that, but I still play it humble
Said you had my back but you ain't never come through
Told you to go back 'cause I didn't really want you
Beg me to come back, you know I always come through
Tell me where you gon' run to
You tell it your way, I tell mine, but it's only one truth
Damn, if I don't even sometime, even damned if I do
Had somebody knew what we talk about, that shit lame, too
All we ever had was the block
Bro, we damn near raised each other
Never let them break up the gang, we gotta stay together
However, I see that they playin' and I'ma play it better
You know that we all that we got, so we gotta stay together
Same friend ain't doin' nothin', you love 'em, send 'em letters
Know I'm going over the top for you, I'll pay whatever
Ain't no stoppin', I'm all in, you know I gotta get one
The world got a whole lot to offer, you got to live a little
Some shit I can't figure out and I'll probably never get it

Forever rollin'
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Sky City lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. 070 Shake, Desiigner, CyHi)

Said it's my year, know it's my year, my year (Oh)
Can we fly, yeah? We can fly, yeah, high yeah (We can fly)
Build a city in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah
In the sky, yeah, in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah (Git! Git!)
We just fly, yeah (Woo!), we just fly yeah, fly yeah (Git, git, fly, yeah)
Build a city, in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah (Oh)

Do Heaven got a penthouse that I could rent out?
I could see Rick James with his feet up on Prince couch
Always wanted to know did Biggie got a big house?
Do Pac got a thug mansion, is it pimped out?
Is it a place for the Jews and the Gentiles?
I heard street niggas ain't in the top percentile
Real fast, my wife wanna know, do y'all got a gym now?
She talkin' 'bout she still tryna get her waist to slim down
Anyhow, forget me for the taxes that I didn't file
I ain't even got back the money that I lent out
Can't even have a Corona, shit is gettin' wild
Runnin' around with all the face masks like I'm Jim Brown
Oh, yeah, I heard about your son that you sent down
I wish there was a place I could send flowers
My OG wrote me from the joint, you know, like a pimp-house
And he ask me if you could send a letter to the judge when he begin trial
'Cause we don't know when he gettin' out

Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh, child, things'll get brighter
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Said it's my year, know it's my year, my year (Oh)
Can we fly, yeah? We can fly, yeah, high yeah (We can fly)
Build a city in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah
In the sky, yeah, in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah (Git! Git!)
We just fly, yeah (Woo!), we just fly yeah, fly yeah (Git, git, fly, yeah)
Build a city, in the sky, yeah, sky, yeah (Oh)

Yeah, imagine, you could visit your ancestors
And all the people that we lost, and you could dance with 'em
You'd probably be more united than Manchester
'Cause my people still dyin' over hand gestures
Keep your enemy close, that's what your man stressed
Damn, I guess karma can catch ya
We gotta forgive our trespassers and transgressors
Mandela, said it won't get better if we stand separate
'Cause one hand watch the other, both hands wash the face
Wish they had another place we all could stay
If they don't let us in, then we gon' hop the gate

Out of the body, uh, jewelry is gaudy, um
Serious society, my spirit is Godly
I'm buildin' a buildin' where children can lobby
So we can make billions from buildin' a hobby
I bought a facto-o-ry, pickin' up cotton
I bought a facto-o-ry, send 'em to college
He made it already with nothin' to lose
And free attitude with nothin' to prove
We goin' fifty, I got that juice
Playin' them dead to get out the noose
I don't need your point-of-views
I can't hear you at this altitude
And they steady sayin' that I'm brute
I be rude if I don't come beat the shit out you

And if we die, yeah, then we die, yeah, ah, yeah
We can fly, yeah, we can fly, yeah, ah, yeah
In the night, yeah, in the night, yeah, ah, yeah
In the night, in the night
Oh, no (Oh, it's always lovely in your company)
In the night, serenity all in the city (I'll be here)

Oh, it's always lovely in your company ([?])
Oh, it's always lovely in your company
Oh, it's always lovely in your company
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My Soul lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. Todd Rundgren)

Won't be gettin' sleep tonight and I'm cryin' as I write this
Prayin' for my brother locked up, fighting fires
My heart goes out to all the daughters
Missin' all God and fathers, never seen they loved ones
'Cause they're prisoners fighting fires

And I might be biased, but I feel God standin' by us
And the prisoners fighting fires, oh-oh, yeah-yeah
And I might be biased, but my soul
Needs you Lord, oh God please come take control
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

What if I start off the track, hum the beginnin'
Mutter the middle part, and mumble the endin'?
It just feels better in my humble opinion
Much more n-words, but humble beginnings
When I act like the n-word, somebody get injured
That's why we stay in court and go to the pen for it
Before I forget, let me go get a pen for it
Cancel culture, before I get censored
All I really meant for is you to get mentored
Before we get sentenced, before we get sent for it
Remember this sentence, remember repentance
Only God can judge me, GDs and [?] lords
Over in Thanville, Stateville, Taylorville, Lanyard
Jacksonville, Pontiac, Pinckeyville
We mass targeted, mass marketed, mass incarceration
Massive police stations, mass incorporated, fuck Adidas

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
I know, I know, ah-ah, oh-no-no-no-no-no-ooh
Yeah

The struggle is real, gotta face it
My freedom so close I can taste it
Make money, got bills, so I chase it
But stay on my deen, 'cause without it I'm faithless
They promise they with you, they lies
They just want what you got, and they try
All alone with nobody beside
You sit there and cry, just wishin' you die
Know this life is a test, tryna pass it
With my face on the ground in the masses
You got questions, so you better ask 'em
'Cause time wait for no one, it comes and it passes
Under pressure, attack on me daily
Love my momma, she tried, couldn't save me
Gave me tool to survive through this crazy
For nothing but God, and be good to your lady
Weigh optimism no one understands
He's been destined and God got a plan
One thing I know, he made me a man
He gave me two legs on the ground on the stand
To my wifey, baby, you so fine
Proud to say to the world, "Yeah, you mine"
Used to buy me through all the hard times
You pushed the line, you pushed the line
I, I can feel you light up on me
Keep shinin' your light up on me
Shine your light, just shine up on me
I can feel your light, oh-woah
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Take Off Your Dress lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign)

Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s-
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can see

You just got work done, hit me when Church done
This ain't big pharmacy but fuckin' Yeezy got Percs, huh?
You do what you want now like you Lil Uzi Vert or some'
She givin' me FaceTime, even when we in person
I want you dressed up, so I can undress ya
The money ain't small, but we still at the Webster
She got some girlfriends, we fucked on the best one
I got a confession, I'm on another run

(See)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Can see (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee

Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s-
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can see

Run it back for a real nigga, what?
Punch her stomach when I'm all in her gut
Dress her up like a supermodel (Oh)
Speakin' tongues like she touchin' bodies (Ooh)
From the big city, she still got some dreams
Suckin' biggest titties I done ever seen
I'm a dog, told me, jump up like a leash
Made her promises I know I'll never keep
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ain't got no problem with bougie
But I can't cuff her, that hoe too choosy, nah-nah
You know what she want
She want a nigga to spend all that money to cover the cost (Cover that cost)
She gettin' calls from blocked numbers
Her ex-nigga fumbled, I guess that's his loss
I might just pick up the next time we fuckin' and tell her to make that shit talk
Talk, uh-uh-uh-uh, oh-oh

(See)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Can see (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee

You know it's your home-girl party
You gotta show up and fuck up the party
You gotta show up and go up the hardest
Throw on that outfit that show off the body
You flew to an island and worked on your body
You strict on the mind, you strict on the diet
Got out that Audi, turned out to a Mozzy
Professional thottie, make me feel like Gotti
Then you feel like Chapo, I still feel like Pablo
Killin' these bitches like Griselda Blanco
But we on the westside, the gun in the Tahoe
Jesus piece on me, watch out for Diablo
We back outside, and you know that
She got 'em cockin' like Kodak
I'm not that nigga to go out with p-p-p-p-p-p-pew at your skull cap
Put one in your head like epiphany
My bitch she wanna spend Christmas at Tiffany's so bad
She treat a nigga with no bag like I treat a bitch with no titties and no ass, sheesh

(See)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
So I can see (So I can see)
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (So I can see)
Ooh-wee

Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s-
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s-
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s-
Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s-
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Believer lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign)

(Most Christians don't admit that they like to sin
Most people can't admit to the sin that they do
That they like to do
Uh, man, I just believe
I just believe
So what are you?
Uh, a believer)

Make me a believer, make me that
Make me a believer, make me that
Make me a believer, make me that
Make me a believer, make me that
Make me a believer, make me that (That)
Make me a believer, make me that (That)
Make me a believer, make me that (That)
Make me a believer, make me that

Shots, super sharp, sharp, sharp
Super sharp, shooter shooting
Super, super, super sharp shots
Super sharp shots, super sharp shots
Super, super, super, super, shots

Shots fired
Right by us
Type by it, type by it, don't buy it
Don't fund dope money

Super sharp shots
Super sharp shots
Super sharp shots
Super, super, super, super...

Make me a believer, make me that
Make me a believer, make me that
Make me a believer, make me that
Make me a believer, make me that
Make me a believer, make me that (That)
Make me a believer, make me that (That)
Make me a believer, make me that (Me that)
Make me a believer, make me that

Shots, super sharp, sharp, sharp
Super sharp, shooter shooting
Super, super, super sharp shots
Super sharp shots, super sharp shots
Super, super, super, super...

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Drunk lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. Bad Bunny, Peso Pluma & Kodak Black)

Don't know why I'm so drunk right now (Ooh, yeah)
But I'm so stuck right now (Ooh, yeah)
Got fucked up somehow
I'm so drunk right now (Ayy, I'm so drunk right now)
I'm so drunk right now (Ayy, now, now, I'm so drunk right now)
I'm so drunk right now

Ya llevo tiempo pisando escenarios, pero no me siento tan bien, eh
Cuento tanto que ya paso el rato gastando los Franklin de a cien, eh
Mentalmente son muchos problemas, que nunca me acuerdo con quién (Woo)
Amanezco en la cama, las cubanas diario tengo que contar otra vez (Huh)
En la casa tengo unos Picasso, pero no me lleno con na'
Para la ansiedad el Alprazolam y las Perco, serenidad
Las putas solo quieren mi еnergía, mejor yo las pongo a bailar
Se prеguntan quién es la puta cabra, te acabo de actualizar

Don't know why I'm so drunk right now (Ooh, yeah)
But I'm so stuck right now (Yeah, yeah)
Got fucked up somehow
I'm so drunk right now (Yeah, yeah)

I'm wit' Bad Bunny like it's Easter
I just made a deal with the Reaper
Told me do anything that I want
Need to ask about me before you jump
I'm off the Yak, muerte a los chotas
Niggas get snatched, niggas get roped up
I'm feeling good, ¿cómo estás?
I'm in the hood surrounded by Glocks
G-27, let me en su reino (Yeah)
I'm bueno, coup de tête, ¿bule qué hay?
I see a mula, qué hay?
I'm drunk as a fool and clutchin' a tool
You reach for my jewels, you makin' the news (Yeah-yeah)
Yo quiero panocha
She lovin' my compa (Yeah)
The PJ landed in Tijuana, ayy (Right now, now)
Got big face hundreds
Rollin' around my set, doin' numbers
To la morena, I wanna fuck all summer (Yeah)
I don't even care if you like it or not
Mañana, we pullin' bands off the lot
Sábado, we on a yacht wit' a thot
Drunk as a skunk and she poppin' her top

Don't know why I'm so drunk right now (Ooh, yeah)
But I'm so stuck right now (Yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah)
Got fucked up somehow
I'm so drunk right now (Ayy, ooh, yeah, I'm so drunk right now)
I'm so drunk right now (Ayy, now, now, I'm so drunk right now)
I'm so drunk right now (Yeah, yeah)

Got me too damn drunk, girl, en tu lugar (Got me too drunk)
We gon' wake the neighbors te escuchan gritar
Beat it up 'til you say: "No más"
Lo que tu cuerpo pida (Ooh, yeah)
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Gun To My Head lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. Kid Cudi)

I sat down with a gun to my head
You told me not to move, yeah, with a gun to my head (Yoh-oh)

I've been out of sight, out of mind
With a gun in my bed (Gun in my bed)
And I've been out of sight, out of mind
I ain't never been that hard to find
But let's just tip on the ride, mm
Out of sight, out of mind
You never see my business online, yeah, yeah (Business online)
Girl, we don't talk all the time (Time)
Do you still miss me when I'm out of sight, out of mind?
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

(I sat down)
We can go there, just point it out (With a gun to my head)
Girl, you know you love it
We can never go over budget
I can take you where homie doesn't
Tell by your purse he don't really love you
Bringing me back on the subject
We could never go over budget
When I get you, it's no discussion
You back on track like DJ Mustard
Get the business like you on the board
And we finna go overboard
And we finna tape it, hold record
Playing when I'm not around
Playing it without the sound
For the fact, I had her screaming, "Yeezus", now you know the Lord
Told you, I'ma get you something magic, mm
Say your grace, I'll get yo' ass fixed
I need to get behind it like some ad-libs (Yo)
I need fifty percent just like the taxes

Out of sight, out of mind (I said no, I sat down)
You never see my business online, yeah, yeah
No, we don't talk all the time (If you told me how)
Do you still miss me when I'm out of sight, out of mind?
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
I said no, I sat down
Gun to my head, head, head
If you told me how

I sat down
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Can U Be lyrics - ¥$ (Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign) (feat. Travis Scott)

Ch-ch-ch-ch-check this out, we just redid the whole thing
Ow, haha, tremendous, isn't it great? Tremendous
Yeah man, I-I'm thinking of redoing it again
Why? Haha
Because I'm making an upgrade (You're making a lot of paper to do that)
Yeah, we're doing alright, man, I can't complain
Isn't the market down though?
It is down, well, but you know, she wants more, so I'm giving her more, man
But the pressure, man, it's like
You okay?
I'm not okay, don't tell anybody
Listen to me, I feel like I'm getting crushed and—
Crushed by what?
Everything, the family, the baby, the job, the fuckin' dicks at work
And it's like, you know, like, I'm trying to do this, you know, and- and- and then- then I'm, like, suffocating
Holy shit
You can't be happy all the time
Who told you you can't be happy?
It's alright, you just do your best, you have no choice
That's not true at all
You just, you just can't
Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie

(Be a-) You be? (Be a-), Can you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be a-), Can you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be a-), Will you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be afraid), Can you be? (Be afraid)
(Be a-) You be? (Be a-), Can you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be a-), Can you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be a-), Will you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be afraid), Can you be? (Be afraid)
(Be a-) You be? (Be a-), Can you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be a-), Can you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be a-), Will you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be afraid), Can you be? (Be afraid)

I grab that Colt .45 off my lap
If I blow my mind, can't get that back
Stone-hearted, my love is cold, minus
Before we go, I got one question

(Be a-) You be? (Be a-), Can you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be a-), Can you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be a-), Will you be? (Be a-)
Can you be? (Be afrai—)

Get off me on (Ooh), get off me on (Ooh), get off me on (Ooh), get off me on (Ooh)
Get off me on (Ooh), get off me on (Ooh), get off me on (Ooh), get off me on
Get— (Ooh)

I caught a wave
Caught more air than Super Dave
Call Aaliyah, I'm super paid
Jet-laggin', tryna recuperate
Just got off the flight from Budapest
Don't need Khaled to say "You the best"
You the type of nigga shop at Uniqlo
Just found out that my father-in-law unisex
Running out of money, running into debt
Running from bill collectors, I ain't paid them yet
Shit you deal with no matter how rich you get
And even more, dependin' on the bitch you get
And I ain't got the free time no more
This dick ain't promotional
They say I'm antisocial, yo
She textin' mad face over and over, yo
I say, "Why you gettin' so damn emoji-nal?", Uh
I ain't gotta talk about how stressed I am
I'm going crazy as Jesus, I'm going Bethle-HAM
Niggas say somethin' 'bout it, thought so
You can't say nothin' 'bout it, also
This room too fuckin' crowded, cutthroat
Some when I'm up and out it, although
I can see you crawlin' through the interest
I can see your agendas and your intent
But it ain't really gotta be that intense
Gon' ahead, meditate, light some incense
I'm up late, 4AM, overseas, in the bed like
"Damn, I done finally reached the end of the Internet"

Be a-be a—
Be a-be a—
Be a-be a—
Be afraid, be afraid
Be a-be a—
Be a-be a—
Be a-be a—
Be afraid, be afraid
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Vultures 1 (2024) - Kanye West (with Ty Dolla $ign)












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Stars lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign

I hope he's bright, big, and strong
I hope he's bright, big, and strong

You already know what I'm on
Tell 'em no way to fund me
Pulling up, drop top Porsche
This that glory
I'ma come through and just black out
Just black out
Keep a few Jews on the staff now
I cash out
We finna go where the stars at
And beyond that
This that rip up the contract
Fuck all that

(I hope he's bright, and big, and strong)
I ain't gotta ask nobody
Plug talk, plug talk, shawty
And she wanna back it up for me
I'ma blow your back out, shawty (Ooh)
Got a hunnid racks in the morning
Woo-woo-woo-woo
(I hope he's bright, big, and strong)
I ain't gotta ask nobody
Plug talk, plug talk, shawty
And she wanna back it up for me
I'ma blow your back out, shawty (Ooh)
Got a hunnid racks in the morning
Woo-woo-woo-woo

I hope he's bright, big, and strong, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I hope he's bright, big, and strong, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

And we'll be way up in the stars
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Keys To My Life lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign (feat. India Love)

Slow down, you on your way to an overdose
Plus these texts gettin' way too emoji-nal
Way too much time alone
Told the guys that you know I'm headed home, I got a trauma bond
Look at what I stumbled on
Another nigga chillin' on your couch with pajamas on
Thought I was the only one
How dare you have a nigga in your house eatin' Papa Johns?
Where you get that money from?
Lookin' at how far we come
I bought your first Vacheron
I guess we had an awesome run
Ever since I lost my mom, you was like my foster mom
Hold me like your only son
Hold me like the homies in the Chi' when they hold they guns
Hold me like a trophy in the sky when they know they won

Wasn't it always this way? Wasn't it always this way?
Puttin' it all on display, using up all your sick days
Put up with all my mistakes, listen to all my mixtapes
'Posed to be always this way, 'posed to be always this way

Couldn't it all be so simple?
I could've used the last part for the intro
How it sound when you got Yeezy over Timbo?
From Uptown, but now she rockin' Yeezys over Timbos
Like you don't see me beatin' on your window
Like Chief Keef in the kitchen with the BDs and the endo
But that was me when I was burnin' CDs for my friends though
Now I can't just take it on the chin like Jay Leno
Now, everybody want the info
These bitches want the pin code, these niggas swear we kinfolk
In a Benzy with a Gen-Z gettin' gentle
If I gotta pay for it, I'ma drive it like a rental
You already know my M.O
Is you ready for the Venmo? You already know my demo
You already know I'm impulsive
And another baby is my end goal

I wanna give you the keys to my life, to my life, to my life, yeah
I wanna give you the keys to my life, to my life, to my life, yeah
I wanna give you the keys to my life, to my life, to my life, yeah
I wanna give you the keys to my life, to my life, to my life, yeah
I wanna give you the keys to my life, to my life, to my life, yeah
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Paid lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign

(Get on up now)
(Get on up now)
(Get on up now)

I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid

Come with me, I got booze and that drip misting
Cut Wock' and the cost is fifteen
Life flew past too fast, old stomach is the new ass
He can't afford it, that's too bad
Told her what you gonna do with a durag?
Fuck the lame, do you write down the names?
You was stuck runnin' in place, you ain't runnin' with the strays no more
Roxanne, you don't have to put on
Yeah, I got that shit on
Give me somethin' to spit on
Roxanne, you don't have to stop at the red light
I got that pump, it's off on the headlights
Fuck the lame, do you write and your girlfriend think I'm dope?
Really? Thanks
Dark skin nigga only shootin' Billy Blanks

I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid (Ooo, yeah)
I'm just here to get paid (Yeah)
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid (Ah-ah)
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid (Yeah, yeah)
I'm just here to get paid

You know why I'm here

Baby, you're the hottest in the city
You got my attention when you're with me
All this Spanish spinning got us dizzy
Dollars all she do it for
I throw this cash, you shake that ass
Get that upfront, just throw it back
It's just the job, and that's a shame
You made it plain, you keep on sayin'

I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid (Ooo, yeah)
I'm just here to get paid (Yeah)
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid (Ah-ah)
I'm just here to get paid
I'm just here to get paid (Yeah, yeah)
I'm just here to get paid

Everybody grab somebody
Turn this motherfucker into a party
Fellas take a ladies hand
Ladies go and choose your man
There's no need to be afraid
Friday night, let's all get paid
Friday night, let's all get paid
Friday night, let's all get paid
Friday night, let's all get paid
Friday night, let's all get paid
Friday night, let's all get paid
Fri-Fri, let-let-let get, ai-ai-ai-aid
Friday night, let's all get paid
Friday night, let's all get paid
Friday night, let's all get paid
Friday night, let's all get paid
Let's all get paid
Let's all get paid
Let-let-let get, ai-ai-ai-aid
Let's all get paid (Roxanne)
Let's all get paid
Let's all get paid
Let-let-let get, ai-ai-ai-aid
Let's all get paid

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Talking lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign (feat. North West)

["Talking"]

You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)
You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)
You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)
You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)
You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)

I love it here
We gonna take over the year for another year
It's your bestie, Miss, Miss Westie
Don't tryna test me
It's gonna get messy
It's gonna get messy
Just, just bless me
Bless me (Talking)
It's your bestie, Miss, Miss Westie (Talking)
Just tryna bless me (Talking)
Just bless me, bless me (Talking)

You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)
You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)
You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)
You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)
You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)
You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)
You don't want no problems, you're just— (Talking)
(Talk)

["Once Again"]

Once again, the clouds are gatherin' to release what they held in (Ooh)
What they held in (Held in)
What they held in (Held in)
What they held in (Held in)

Once again, the clouds are gatherin' to release what they held in (Again, once—, yeah)
Once again, the clouds are gatherin' to release what they held in

How much to stop the clock from speedin'? They might try to slow down
How much to stop my daughter from growin'? I just can't take it now
'Cause she just doing all the shit I did when I was her age
I don't know how I'm gonna tell her, but her dad's just afraid
Of her choices, know that I've been through it
I just hope I haven't been the wrong influence
Put her on game before the world put her through it
Ooh-ooh, oh-oh
That's why I gotta break the curses that were sent for me
This is hard work working, this ain't destiny
My motivation is just lookin' at my family tree
I'm tryna make sure I contribute for the legacy

Once again, the clouds are gatherin' to release what they held in (Again-again, woah)
Once again, the clouds are gatherin' to release what they held in

Once again, the clouds are gathering to release what they held in (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)
Once again, the clouds are gathering to release what they held in (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)
Once again, the clouds are gathering to release what they held in (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)
Once again, the clouds are gathering to release what they held in (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)

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Back To Me lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Quavo)

I fell in love with you, we fell in love with you
Guys like us just don't fall out of the fucking sky, you know?

Let's keep zonin'
Let's keep floatin', let's keep moanin'
Girl, I know that it ain't over
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me
Heart was broken, I am frozen
Now you're glowin'
This is more than just a moment
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me

This the shit that make rap niggas mad
Them "think they cool" niggas mad
Bad bitches more bad
You shouldn't have bought her more ass, shall I add?
Tell me, where we at? (Where we at?)
I put nerds on the map (On the map)
Now this Urkel in your bitch
Did I do that?

Beautiful, naked, big-titty women just don't fall out the sky, you know?

Sky, you know? Sky, you know? (Uh)
And beautiful, big titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Tell me how you know
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know? (Uh)
Yeezy, how you doin', huh?
Yeezy, how you doin', huh?
Yeezy, how you doin', huh?
Beautiful, big titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, uh, uh
Just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Just don't fall out the sky, you know?
And beautiful, big titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Tell me how you know
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Tell me how you know
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Just don't fall out the sky, you know?
Sky, you know?
They just don't fall out the sky, you know?
They so valuable
I been searchin' high and low
And I can tell you one thing
Beautiful, big-titty, butt-naked women just don't fall out the sky, you know?

Let's keep zonin'
Let's keep floatin', let's keep moanin'
Girl, I know that it ain't over
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me
Heart was broken, I am frozen
Now you're glowin'
This is more than just a moment
In the morning, you'll be runnin' back to me

This that shit that make rap niggas mad, yeah
Fuckin' two twins, I told her skinny was in
So she took out all the ass, kept it natural (Yeah)
But that thing still movin', I had to knock it down
Yeezy, where we at? (Where we at?)
Florence to Milan
Just turned a bird bitch to my ex like I was Elon
Count hundreds on the blue side, booty must've grew in size
Seen it from the front side, damn, it must be two-sized (Yeah)
Goddamn it, must be two sides
Forgis on the Double R, I'm floatin' like a cruise line
Bitches wanna fuck me, then trap me, then fuck me over
She cryin' tears in that Maybach and not the Toyota
Once it's over, then she dead to me, give that ho a memorial
Suck my dick for the interview, a headitorial
Put you on a track, have you workin' like I appointed you
Ho, how you gon' go blockin' your blessing when I anointed you?
Beautiful big titty, butt naked bitches, where you at? Uh
Started off trippin', tell her, "Pay tuition", no congrats, uh
Winin' and dinin', now to take my ratchet ho to Saks, uh
She was too used to Hamburger Helper, chilli mac
And that's facts, you can fact-check it
I'm from the crack era
Redbone bitches, they king me like I'm a black checker
Standin' at the plate, your ho catchin' balls like a bat catcher
I bring my pistol when I fuck her 'cause it's all 'bout survival, ho
I'll gut you clean, I bet you fuck with my rivals, though
Put that on everything, a whole a stack of bibles, ho
Real niggas like me just don't fall out the sky, you know
So keep vibin', ho
And you know that's facts, you can fact check it
I'm from the crack era
Where niggas run off and work it, don't bring it back era
Standin' at the plate, your ho catchin' balls like a back catcher

Beautiful, naked, big-titty women just don't fall out the sky, you know?
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Hoodrat lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign

Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (Auntie)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Nigga
Ahh (Ma', what up?)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, ahh (Ma', what up?)
Hoodrat, hoodrat (Auntie), hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat
Nigga

You look like a piece of hallelujah
Wrapped up in— Have mercy, Lord (Hoodrat, hoodrat)
I know that I've got a nice whip, but I hope that me and you could be on one accord (Hoodrat, hoodrat)

I shot, I scored (Ahh, Ma', what up?)
I take it off the board, headboard
Ahh, boom, nigga (Nigga, ahh, Ma', what up?)
She fell in love with the sword, I sliced, I diced, I hit it from the back
Whore, whore (Ahh, Ma', what up?)
But I respect your feelings when your toes tried to touch the ceiling
Havin' safe sex (Auntie)
Of course, unlock the door
Bought you all the things that you could dream of
Had I bought a Chanel, Gucci, Pucci creamer
But we all know the outcome, that fucked up the income, and then some
Have mercy, Lord
And, nigga, eyes on dim sum
Let the light dim some
Catch me on your TV, heart broke GD

You look like a piece of hallelujah
Wrapped up in— Have mercy, Lord (Hoodrat, hoodrat)
I know that I've got a nice whip, but I hope that me and you could be on one accord (Nigga)

One maker, real breath taker, real rump shaker
Do that, whip what her mama gave her
9-1-1, let me call my savior
Jesus on the main line, brand new T-shirt (Ahh, ma' what up?)
Don't make me stain mine
Drank so much, she throwin' up my gang sign
Throwin' up my gang sign (Auntie)
Throwin' up my gang sign (Nigga)

Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Nigga
Ahh (Ma', what up?)
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
Nigga

People are funny, they know Kanye's great too
But the way he conducts himself, they hate to believe it, but they can't help it, they know he's great (Right)
Why would— Listen
Shit Kanye say is basically affirmations what people say for success
And it sounds insane because that's what motherfuckers do
But he sounds insane and that's sounds of a leader
No doubt he's got some mental fuckin' issues, most leaders do
A delusional issue, "I'm a God"
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Do It lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign (feat. YG & Nipsey Hussle)

Do it stay waxed?
Do it smell fresh?
Can I feel your juice through the latex?
If you go 'round and you stay wet
Can your homegirl watch? Can she go next?
Need the lights on, tell her watch this
When I make you cream, I'ma talk shit (I just wanna know)
And you fuck back, and you got grip
Stick your tongue out when you get your spot hit
I just wanna know

All this money on the floor
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make her drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I
Do it baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?

Just touched down, feelin' like Luchi
Fuckin' on Teecha, fuckin' on Suzi
Don't discriminate with this uzi
She just wanna drink, do a little toosie
Beat it all day, beat it all night
I be on gorilla, goin' Kimbo Slice
I be with the killers, need to pay your fines
Try me once, you gon' pay with your life
All these dimes on me
What's your set? Bitch, throw it up
Heard you got a man, but he ain't like us
Your bitty bands ain't doin' enough
Know it's all on me
This might make you fall in love
Tellin' your friends you found the one
And I'm like "Who?", and I'm like "What?"

All this money on the floor
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make it drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I
Do it baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?

You don't like it? That's your loss
Your opinion don't change the show cost
Let me know what these hoes cost
I ain't finna pay the whole cost
Throwin' so much money, you gon' need an audit
God in me, so anything you want, I got it
Southside, do or die, Chi-Town top five
Four, three, two, one, who am I?
Ye, that's Ye-Ye
Text a ho a hunnid K, Apple payday
If I show up where she work, I think she just might quit
I just bought my bitch a bitch, uh
Spendin' all this money like it's free to me
That shit fall off trees to me
We ain't even stress, we the new kings and sheiks
We done made a mess, they gon' have to clean for weeks

All this money on the floor (Yee)
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make her drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I
Do it baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?

Do it, do it
She got the lil' fat, she finna lose it (She finna lose)
Fuck her from the back goin' stupid (Goin' stupid)
Pullin' out the tracks, she gotta glue it (She gotta glue it)
Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, she choosin' (She good)
Fuck her like I love her, I'm confusin' (I would)
She don't wanna go home, she refusin'
Hit it up the cherry bomb, that pussy purrin'
Top boy, I ain't the lil' one
Thugged out, bitch nigga better get a gun
I'm him on a B, I'm the biggest one
It's a opp in the party, I'm finna kill the fun
Yeah, you tellin' all the lies
Stay with the money, I'm with Yeezy and Dolla $ign
That pussy wet, you would've swore I ran a water line
The hoes love me 'cause I'm a water sign

All this money on the floor (4Hunnid)
Ten racks, throw it up, watch how I do it
Make her drop to her toes
Bend it over, pick it up real slow, I
Do it baby, do it
Up that work, I snuck in the jacuzzi
In my bag, call me '06 Gucci
What's happenin'? Tryna make a movie?
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Paperwork lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign (feat. Quavo)

Let me get my paper right
Then come out, let's play tonight
Let me get my paper right
Then come out, let's play tonight

Back on that for the paper (Soo)
Benjamin Frank, that's my neighbor (Ah)
Deep in the night, let's get dangerous (Thief)
We not the type to point fingers (Nah)
She took the pipe, now she famous (Slatt)
It's plenty paper in rotation (Woo)
Let's pick a private __cpLocation (Let's go)
It's a no relation vacation (Let's roll)
Went crazy, now let's go amazing
You could pick out your favorite purse (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, better get your paper work
Back on that for the paper (Cash)
Back on that for the paper (Woo)
Back on that for the paper (Woo)
Back on that for the paper (Woo)

Puta, puta, puta, puta, puta, puta, puta, puta, puta
Puta, puta, puta, puta, puta, puta, puta, puta, puta

Baby chill, don't worry 'bout that
You don't need a real job
Forget about all the problems
You can go call your mama
Tell her you married to the mob
This one is a real vibe
Lay back enjoy the ride
Lay back enjoy the ride
Lay back enjoy the ride
Lay back enjoy the ride (Quavo)

Paying you, I'm late for work (Work)
My excuse, I pay for twerk (Twerk)
She prefer we play in Turks
It's a pay per view don't play with her (No)
Drunk off X, it was supposed to be percs
Let me get my paper right
Said she the voice, who she supposed to be, Durk?
Then come out, let's play tonight
How about I ask you this question first (Ooh, yeah, yah)
What you gon do for this baby birk'? (Okay, yeah)
She said it's giving, she's s'posed to serve (Okay, yeah)
I said, "What would you do if the roles reverse?"
She said, "You'll make mami late for work"
You'll make mami late for work
You'll make mami late for work
You'll make mami late for work
You'll make mami late for work

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Burn lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign

Her body like the wild, wild west
What if you don't bow down? Yeah
Ridin' in the wind, God bless
She's an inferno
It's a hell of a time

Burnin' like a candlelight
Your love is dangerous
Your love is, my love is, our love is
Burnin' like a candlelight
Your love is dangerous (Are you not entertained?)
Your love is (Are you not entertained?), my love is, our love is

Who's not entertained by my pain?
Who ain't cash a check off my name?
When my campaign turned to canned pain
I burned eight billion to take off my chains
Burn, baby, burn, sometimes it hurts, I guess I never learned
To who it may concern, the CEO of the firm
Is now somewhere smoking sherm with Big Worm
Man, a couple wrong turns could fry you forever, it's a permanent burn
You charging for cookie, that's bang for your buck
If you kissin' on the mouth, you ain't charging enough
You heard I was flyin' 'em out, they was tryin' for clout, I was dyin' of gout
Man, the world gone mad, heard R. Kelly in the next Balenciaga ad

Burnin' like a candlelight (Burn)
Your love is dangerous
Your love is, my love is, our love is
Burnin' like a candlelight
Your love is dangerous
Your love is, my love is, our love is

Her body like the wild, wild west
What if you don't bow down? Yeah
Ridin' in the wind, God bless
She's an inferno
It's a hell of a time
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Fuk Sumn lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign (feat. Playboi Carti and Travis Scott)

Smokin' on a junt with my niggas drinkin' O.E
Stop off—, stop off at the liquor store, get your 'Gnac, then we headed for the Indo
Smokin' on a junt with my niggas drinkin' O.E
Stop off—, stop off at the liquor store, get your 'Gnac, then we headed for the Indo

I'm tryna fuck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna fuck somethin' right now
I'm try-I'm tryna fuck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna fuck somethin' right now

Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I'ma let her hop on somethin'

Uh, ooh, right, uh, now (Hol' up)
Shawty wanna fuck on me, I told her, "Let's go, uh, now" (Hol' up)
She asked me to nut on her face, she tryna show out
Miami, Bal Harbour, before I tote, uh, ah
I'm on the G6 brackin' shit with my pole, ha
All black Brabus truck, lookin' like my soldier with that, mmh
All of my vices team, gotta keep them close, they might jump out, uh
You not gon' stand a chance, we're clearin' that ho before we cool out

I'm tryna fuck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna fuck somethin' right now
I'm try-I'm tryna fuck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna fuck somethin' right now

Baby don't keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don't wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
Baby don't keep me up, yeah, keep me up
Don't wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
We comin' down swervin', mmm
This the real, not a version
Even Jesus ain't marry a virgin
Now I can finally, I guess it's workin'

We comin' down swervin'
This the real, not a version
I don't care who you fucked, you a virgin to me
You a pervin' to me, baby, perfect to me
Hold my coat, hold my drink
On my own, come with me
Shawty wanna fuck on somethin'?
Fuck on me, suck on me, publicly (Yeah)

La Flame, baby, you on fire (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire
La Flame, baby, you on fire, (La Flame)
La Flame, baby, you on fire (Fire)

Yeah, she feelin' herself (Ooh-ooh), yeah, she feelin' on me (Yeah)
Only stuff I can give you is that one plus two is three (Ah)
Block the number, and that shit started with three some
Me not the threesome, we 'bout to have a mean one
I'm tryna fuck somethin' right now (Woo!)
Brown skin, but you know I had her creamin'
Janet Jackson by the way I had her screamin'
(Stop off at the liquor store, get your 'Gnac, then we headed for the Indo)
She hit the group chat, said "That nigga had me feining" (Ah)

I'm tryna fuck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna fuck somethin' right now
I'm try-I'm tryna fuck somethin' right now
That lil' ho, she tryna fuck somethin' right now

Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I'ma let her hop on somethin'
Shawty wanna fuck? Woah
I'ma let her hop on somethin'

Beat me up (Ooh)
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Vultures lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign (feat. Bump J & Lil Durk)

All eyes is on me
Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
Don't cry for me
(This Chicago, nigga)
(I want some Juice)

I don't have no rapper friends, I hang wit' The Vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over
Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert
Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster
LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt
We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her
Yeah, yeah, out of here, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her, I pretend like I don't know her
I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
Hardest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth
We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first
I put in my own work, better do your homework
I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring (Go, go)
What you gon' charge that old man for that pussy?
Girl, don't hurt me

Iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all they insurance up
Iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned into influencers
Smurkio, fuck that bitch and leave, I don't care who she fuck
Best shit out her closet, it's hot as hell, she got on Yeezy UGGS
I got moes with me, Bump out the feds, mean I got foes with me
You got goofies with you, before I do that, I keep some hoes with me
Askin' for my gun when I'm in Cali', nigga, this your city
Why you DM'in' my bitch actin' like we fuck? These hoes below-semi
Street niggas want ramen, I don't like calamari
Took her out that cheap shit, took her to Bvlgari
Never tell her, "Sorry," this car a Ferrari
Offset with this Cuban link, you think she was Cardi, go (This Chicago, nigga, go)

Three gang leaders with me all times
I don't know who I fucked last night, I got Alzheimer's
I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'
Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
Huntin' hooligans, and we with the foolishness
How I'm anti-Semitic? I just fucked a Jewish bitch
I just fucked Scooter's bitch and we ran her like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it?
My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches
This ain't Jimmy Butler, but the heat got extensions
This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches

She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
With the trenches, precious, with the trenches
Fuck it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist
With the trenches, I've been livin' reckless
I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (With the trenches)
Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend
Chordz, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Skinny pants flow, tell the ho, "No, I don't wanna fuck"
She can suck-suck-suck it 'til she suck it dry
California nigga with some European freaks
Bad-ass bitch from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me
Stick on me, even though I got security
Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously
Soon as I get back, tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys
Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah
Ayy, shoutout to my symphony
9th Ave, Spaced Out, we did that shit so differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we birth YG
Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly
Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Koo
My nigga, that's D.R.U.G.$
She snortin' that P out the D
She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
She Russian, I beat up the pussy for Ukraine
Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
Just like my exes, she told me that, "You changed," yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolla'd done rather be fuckin' it up
Still screamin', "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
Fuck the police, the DA, and the judge
Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug
Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do drugs
Can't be my main if we met in the club, ooh

Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna fuck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna fuck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
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Carnival lyrics - Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign (feat. Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti)

Go, go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Ha, ha, ha, schyeah

Way too rich to drive a Rove'
Made a milli' off the stove
She like to put it in her nose
Pretty bitch with white toes
I done put on all the bros
I done fucked her in the Rolls (Hahahahahaha)
I done pulled up in the Ghost
I done reached all my goals
Yeah, yeah, pulled up with Yeezy and Dolla $ign
I'm all about business, I'm mindin' mine
Pull up in the trenches like Columbine
Pull up with the rocket like Numbuh 9
I don't want your hoes
Young nigga, reach all the goals
Let her suck the dick, said she was a pro
If she scrape with teeth, I'ma tell her to go

Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go (Ha, ha)
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible (Dolla $ign)

She ride it like she's flex
We turn up to the max
I whop her from the back
I gave that bitch a cramp
They love me out in France
In the hood, I'm good, I'm stamped
Everyday I dress all black
For a show, nine hundred racks
For the East Coast I'll double that
On my neck, a bubble bath
On my wrist, new Cadillac
Cut her off, don't want her back
Little bitch, I'm a superstar
These hoes wanna fuck my car
My dawg put a nigga in park
Gotta watch out for the narcs, ayy

(I am Iron Man)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

This that Game of Thrones, Yeezy, not the clones
Elon, where my rocketship? It's time to go home
They served us the porn (Ha) since the day we was born (Ha)
Anybody pissed off (Ha), gotta make 'em drink the urine (Ha)
Now I'm Ye-Kelly, bitch (Ha), now, I'm Bill Cosby, bitch (Ha)
Now, I'm Puff Daddy rich (Ha), that's "#MeToo me" rich (Ha)
Why she say she sucked my dick? (Ha) Then she say she ain't sucked my dick (Ha)
She gon' take it up the ass (Ha), like a ventriloquist (Ha)
I made six Taylor Swift (Ha)
Since I had the Rollie on the wrist (Ha)
I'm the new Jesus, bitch (Ha), I turn water to crist (Ha)
This what, what they did to Chris (Ha), they can't do shit with this (Ha)
Got my kids in a fake school (Ha), we ain't— (Ha, ha, ha)

Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival (Schyeah)
I done did the impossible (Schyeah)
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll (Ha)
She'll ride the dick like a carnival (Ha)
I done did the impossible (Ha)

She ride the dick like a carnival
Bend her over, havin' flashbacks, she gon' eat me up like a carnivore
It's the way I pop my shit, the hoes not ready, I'm goin' barnacles
Movin', I feel like I'm Jason, can't get arrested, I make 'em stomp, oh
She want a private section, roll off them X's when I'm on Melrose
She tatted my name on her titties, yeah, you can bust it but it's a borrow
Hol' up, sittin' back, countin' up dubs, I was raised in the borough
She wanna taste it, checkin' the swag today, ho, come back tomorrow
If you know what I know, hide your ho
Just off the facts, we havin' them hunchos
Runnin' around in the lobby, I know that they tired of me, havin' like ten hoes
She need some credentials just to be presidential, hol' up, hol' up
I'm 'bout to buy her some dentures, make that ho eat me for dinner, woah, woah
Pain all in my eyes, I can't see, uh
I'm 'bout to jump out my body, I'm ready to leap, uh
I'm 'bout to nut on her body and tell the ho, "Leave", 'kay
Fifty mill' stuffed in the bag, tell the whole gang, "Eat", uh
It's Ye and Barti, tell me, who fuckin' with we?
I'm hot like Tha Carter, I'm feelin' that ho on my sleeve
Dollar signs all in my dreams, I don't never see Z's, woah (Woah-woah)
That swag cover my body like it's a disease, woah (Woah-woah)

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
She'll ride the dick like a carnival
I done did the impossible

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
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