[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

I feel like I beat a murder, murder

Fuckin' on a bitch you never heard of, heard of

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

That Pope like the leader of the Vatican, he do it again?

Everything I do, they do, guess Yeezy set the trend

And we in this bitch again, time to get rich again (Throw your motherfuckin' hands)

They lookin' like prey, I guess that's why they prayin'

And when you flyin' private, it can't be no delayin'

When I speak my mind, it's gon' be some lawsuits and furniture movin'

I gotta haul through like when you be movin'

I gotta fly to Japan just to bе secluded

They did no damagе, what I give 'em? No chances

Even if they get a chance, here's panic like they know Spanish

How I brand all of these clothes?

How every tantrum I throw make an anthem for hoes?

This my life, not a quote

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

I feel like I beat a murder, murder

Fuckin' on a bitch you never heard of, heard of

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]

I'ma take all my baldies to Giorgio Baldis

Throw my dick a party

Your dress code upscale, used to shop at Aldis

I ran up some numbers, now I got what you all need

Give your homegirl the boric acid, save the summer

New abs, she droppin' fast, it's time to come up

Black out

Passin' out and then she wakin' up gorgeous

I'm not racist, it's a preference

And my bitch lookin' like a reference

Don't I make the rules like a referee?

Come get on your knees, shawty, I got needs

She a loud mouth

I need to sign and seal a couple brand new deals

Gotta get this shit off my chest, I got some shit to spill

Passin' out NDAs, nigga, deal with it after

I just fucked the world raw, she need a morning after

And then the morning after

And I quote, "It's only one GOAT," let you have your fun, though

Run the block like Mutombo, you had it on loan

Every day in New Jersey, on my way to New York

I was late to every meeting, in my queen's tunnel

But all the hoes in Hoboken know

If I seent you outside with the open-toes

You might get you a trip to the Poconos

You might have to tell your man a Pinocchio

That was a jokey-joke

That wasn't nowhere near as funny when you brokey-broke

Crying in high school over a high school bitch

And she still in the dark takin' night school, bitch

Look at how we made it like we Mike WiLL, bitch

Wish somebody woulda warned us

When I was fifteen, my soulmate wasn't born yet

African king in a different time

We got multiple wives too, just at different times

Picture this, if every room got a different bitch

Do that make me a po-nigga-mist?

Without the deals, I guarantee I'm still nigga rich

Shit is fuckin' ridiculous