[Chorus: Kanye West]
Woo! Toppin' on like I'm Nina
Woo! Toppin' on, you gon' need one
Woo! If I say somethin' indecent
Woo! She gon' suck me off like a Capri-Sun
Haan? Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, bitch, you offendin' me
Checkin' 'em off when you n***as is into me
'Fore I go turn it out, I bet I can, ah
Jumpin' up off, you better get out

[Verse: Kanye West]
I'm always in them "I ain't never seen those"
750 color palette mean though
On my queen's toes, Valentinos
In the winter time wearin' spring clothes
Rap Tarantino, off a couple glasses of the Pino
Uh, they say Yeezy gon' sell out
I guess you right if you see how much I pre-sold
If they knew they was slaves, I coulda freed more
And really, what the fuck is freedom?
'Cause anybody thinkin' that we free dumb
Kids out here in the streets dyin' three young
So I keep my hoodie on like Trayvon
If I pull up on your block, the whole street run
This ain't nothin' new, though, it's a rerun