[00:00.000] 作词 : C. Young/D. Banks/G. Rudman Rambali/J. Harris/M. Barrow/M. Williams/R. Cubina/T. Boykin/Tyrone Griffin Jr./Ye
[00:01.174]All eyes is on me
[00:03.378]Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
[00:06.715]Don't cry for me
[00:09.810](This Chicago, nigga)
[00:11.317]
[00:12.923]I don't have no rapper friends, I hang wit' The Vultures
[00:16.122]Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over
[00:19.369]Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert
[00:22.732]Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster
[00:25.953]LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
[00:29.274]I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt
[00:32.642]We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first
[00:35.842]I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her
[00:39.111]Yeah, yeah, out of here, your boyfriend a gopher
[00:42.292]I see him out with her, I pretend like I don't know her
[00:45.803]I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
[00:48.991]Hardest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth
[00:52.324]We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first
[00:55.642]I put in my own work, better do your homework
[00:58.920]I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring
[01:02.193]What you gon' charge that old man for that p***y?
[01:04.247]Girl, don't hurt me
[01:05.215]
[01:05.449]Iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all they insurance up
[01:08.440]Iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned into influencers
[01:11.770]Smurkio, **** that b***h and leave, I don't care who she ****
[01:15.123]Air shit out her closet, it's hot as hell, she got on Yeezy UGGS
[01:18.542]I got moes with me, Bump out the feds, mean I got foes with me
[01:21.386]You got goofies with you, before I do that, I keep some hoes with me
[01:24.616]Askin' for my gun when I'm in Cali', nigga, this your city
[01:28.312]Why you DM'in' my b***h actin' like we ****? These hoes below-semi
[01:31.600]Street niggas want ramen, I don't like calamari
[01:34.677]Took her out that cheap shit, took her to Bvlgari
[01:37.997]Never tell her, "Sorry," this car a Ferrari
[01:41.213]Off set with this Cuban link, you think she was Cardi, go (This Chicago, nigga, go)
[01:45.269]
[01:45.540]Three gang leaders with me all times
[01:48.069]I don't know who I ****ed last night, I got Alzheimer's
[01:51.342]I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'
[01:54.757]Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
[01:57.900]Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness
[02:00.616]How I'm anti-Semitic? I just ****ed a J****h b***h
[02:04.310]I just ****ed Scooter's b***h and we ran her like Olympics
[02:07.599]Got pregnant in the t*******e, so whose baby is it?
[02:12.675]Whose baby is it?
[02:14.494]My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches
[02:17.494]This ain't Jimmy Butler, but the heat got extensions
[02:20.811]This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches
[02:23.822]
[02:24.111]She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
[02:27.364]With the trenches, precious, with the trenches
[02:30.317]**** it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist
[02:32.817]With the trenches, I've been livin' reckless
[02:36.750]I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (With the trenches)
[02:40.372]Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend
[02:43.399]Chordz, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
[02:46.615]Skinny pants flow, tell the ho, "No, I don't wanna ****"
[02:48.848]She can suck-suck-suck it 'til she suck it dry
[02:50.461]California nigga with some European freaks
[02:53.593]Bad-ass b***h from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me
[02:56.786]Stick on me, even though I got security
[02:59.290]Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously
[03:03.850]Soon as I get back, tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys
[03:06.537]Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah
[03:10.113]Ayy, shoutout to my symphony
[03:13.552]9th Ave, Spaced Out, we did that shit so differently and brilliantly
[03:17.586]Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we birth YG
[03:20.233]Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly
[03:23.113]Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Koo
[03:25.471]My nigga, that's D.R.U.G.$
[03:26.656]She snortin' that P out the D
[03:27.748]She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
[03:31.100]She Russian, I beat up the p***y for Ukraine
[03:33.576]Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
[03:35.037]Just like my exes, she told me that, "You changed," yeah, yeah, yeah
[03:39.618]Dolla'd done rather be ****in' it up
[03:41.557]Still screamin', "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
[03:43.001]**** the police, the DA, and the judge
[03:44.772]Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug
[03:46.322]Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do drugs
[03:47.970]Can't be my main if we met in the club, ooh
[03:49.763]
[03:50.017]Give me somethin', b***h, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
[03:52.398]Look it here, ho, I don't wanna ****
[03:53.800]Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
[03:55.411]I'm shootin', game to light that
[03:56.603]Give me somethin', b***h, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
[03:59.035]Look it here, ho, I don't wanna ****
[04:00.504]Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
[04:02.070]I'm shootin', game to light that
[04:03.631]Game to light that—
[04:05.453]Game to light that—
[04:07.019]Game to light that—
[04:08.127]Game to light that—
[04:08.756]Game to light that—

作词 : C. Young/D. Banks/G. Rudman Rambali/J. Harris/M. Barrow/M. Williams/R. Cubina/T. Boykin/Tyrone Griffin Jr./Ye
All eyes is on me
Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
Don't cry for me
(This Chicago, nigga)
I don't have no rapper friends, I hang wit' The Vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over
Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert
Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster
LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt
We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her
Yeah, yeah, out of here, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her, I pretend like I don't know her
I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
Hardest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth
We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first
I put in my own work, better do your homework
I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring
What you gon' charge that old man for that p***y?
Girl, don't hurt me
Iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all they insurance up
Iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned into influencers
Smurkio, **** that b***h and leave, I don't care who she ****
Air shit out her closet, it's hot as hell, she got on Yeezy UGGS
I got moes with me, Bump out the feds, mean I got foes with me
You got goofies with you, before I do that, I keep some hoes with me
Askin' for my gun when I'm in Cali', nigga, this your city
Why you DM'in' my b***h actin' like we ****? These hoes below-semi
Street niggas want ramen, I don't like calamari
Took her out that cheap shit, took her to Bvlgari
Never tell her, "Sorry," this car a Ferrari
Off set with this Cuban link, you think she was Cardi, go (This Chicago, nigga, go)
Three gang leaders with me all times
I don't know who I ****ed last night, I got Alzheimer's
I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'
Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness
How I'm anti-Semitic? I just ****ed a J****h b***h
I just ****ed Scooter's b***h and we ran her like Olympics
Got pregnant in the t*******e, so whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it?
My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches
This ain't Jimmy Butler, but the heat got extensions
This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches
She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
With the trenches, precious, with the trenches
**** it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist
With the trenches, I've been livin' reckless
I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (With the trenches)
Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend
Chordz, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Skinny pants flow, tell the ho, "No, I don't wanna ****"
She can suck-suck-suck it 'til she suck it dry
California nigga with some European freaks
Bad-ass b***h from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me
Stick on me, even though I got security
Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously
Soon as I get back, tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys
Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah
Ayy, shoutout to my symphony
9th Ave, Spaced Out, we did that shit so differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we birth YG
Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly
Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Koo
My nigga, that's D.R.U.G.$
She snortin' that P out the D
She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
She Russian, I beat up the p***y for Ukraine
Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
Just like my exes, she told me that, "You changed," yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolla'd done rather be ****in' it up
Still screamin', "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
**** the police, the DA, and the judge
Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug
Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do drugs
Can't be my main if we met in the club, ooh
Give me somethin', b***h, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna ****
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Give me somethin', b***h, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna ****
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—