I invented swag, poppin bottles, putting supermodels in the cab Proof, I guess I got my swagger back, truth New watch alert: Hublots Or the big face Rollie, I got two of those Arm out the window through the city, I maneuver slow Cock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes

Damn Yeezy and Hov, where the hell ya been? N****s talking real reckless; stuntmen I adopted these n****s, Phillip Drummond them Now I’m about to make them tuck their whole summer in They say I’m crazy, but I’m about to go dumb again They ain't seen me cause I pulled up in my other Benz Last week I was in my other other Benz Throw your diamonds up cause we in this b***h another 'gain

Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth I’m 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself Live from the Mercer Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya Flee in the G450 I might surface Political refugee asylum can be purchased Everything's for sale I got 5 passports, I’m never going to jail

I made Jesus Walks, so I'm never going to hell Couture level flow is never going on sale Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive I get it custom, you a customer You ain't accustomed to going through customs You ain't been nowhere, hah? And all the ladies in the house got them showing off I’m done I'll hit you up maña...nah!

Welcome to Havana Smoking Cubana’s with Castro in cabanas Viva Mexico, Cubano Dominicano, all the plugs that I know Driving Benzes with no benefits Not bad, huh, for some immigrants? Build your fences, we digging tunnels Can’t you see we gettin money up under you?

Can’t you see the private jets flying over you? Maybach bumper sticker reads: "What would Hova do?" Jay is chilling, Ye is chilling What more can I say? We killing 'em Hold up before we end this campaign As you can see we done bodied the damn lames Lord please let them accept the things they can't change And pray that all of their pain be champagne

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