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

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'

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

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

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-

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...

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)

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

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

Vultures 1 (2024) - Kanye West (with Ty Dolla $ign)

• Stars
• Keys To My Life
• Paid
• Talking
• Back To Me
• Hoodrat
• Do It
• Paperwork
• Burn
• Fuk Sumn
• Vultures
• Carnival
• Beg Forgiveness
• Good (Don't Die)
• Problematic
• King 

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

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

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

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)

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?

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"

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?

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

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

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)