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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