(Intro: Kanye West & Choir)
(Heavenly choir harmonies, soft synths in the background)
Yeah… uh
We way past the skyline now
Can’t even see the ground
Ayy, Future, talk to ‘em

(Chorus: Future)
I just left the moon, I ain’t comin’ down (Down)
Billion on my wrist, it don’t make a sound (Shh)
I just paid the preacher, had to bless the town (Bless)
Told my son he rich forever, never drown (Yeah, yeah)

(Verse 1: Kanye West)
I been out the system, I been out the way
Started Nazye as a shitcoin, now it’s lookin’ like thе future
God said, “This your moment,” I said, “Let us pray”
Diamonds got ‘еm blind, they can’t see my fate
Told ‘em, “Love your brother,” but they’d rather hate
Told ‘em, “Touch the sky,” but they’d rather wait
Told ‘em, “Build it higher,” but they’d rather break
Told ‘em, “Take the message,” but they’d rather fake
Guess that’s why the world lookin’ like a plate (Uh)

Had to go ghost for a season (Huh)
Had to keep close who believe in (Huh)
Had to stay low for a reason (Huh)
Now we pop out every evening (Huh)
Oh, what a feelin’ (Woo)
My faith to the ceilin’ (Woo)
My team never switchin’ (Woo)
I wake up and kill it (Woo)
(Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti)
I just left the moon, I ain’t comin’ down (Down)
Billion on my wrist, it don’t make a sound (Shh)
I just paid the preacher, had to bless the town (Bless)
Told my son he rich forever, never drown (Slatt, yeah)

(Verse 2: Playboi Carti)
(Red) I got bands on bands (Huh)
Shawty wan’ ride in the Lamb’ (Skrrt)
Told her to keep it a hunnid (Yeah)
I don’t do no middle man (Huh)
Money talk different language (Uh)
I don’t even gotta plan (Uh)
I just went crypto crazy (Huh)
Got it all in my hands (Huh)

*(Kanye in background: “Talk to ‘em…”)
(Carti softly mumbles: "Nazye... Nazye...")

(Bridge: Kanye West & Future)
Wait, hold up, what’s that? (Yeah)
Wait, hold up, that’s facts (Woo)
Wait, hold up, they mad (Woo)
Wait, hold up, we back (Woo)
Told ‘em put faith in the things you can’t see (Yeah)
I just put trust in the One who made me (Yeah)
Look at the sky, that’s where we gon’ be (Yeah)
I got investments, I made ‘em real deep (Shh)
(Verse 3: Future)
I got racks on racks, I could never fold (Yeah)
Told lil’ bro invest before you get too old (Ayy)
Play it smart, don’t get lost in all the gold (Woo)
New coin movin’ slow but it’s finna blow (Blow)

Nazye, Nazye, whisper to the bank (Bank)
I don’t need to flex, I just make it rank (Rank)
They don’t see the vision, I just let it tank (Tank)
Then I bought it low, now my pockets sank (Woo)

(Outro: Kanye West, Future & Choir)
(Choir hums, soft pianos play out)
Yeah, we just gettin’ started (Started)
This that real wealth talk, not a hobby (Hobby)
Told ‘em get right with God, not the party (Party)
Told ‘em move with faith, not a Ferrari (Skrrt)

*(Future ad-libs: “Woo, yeah, yeah…”)
(Choir: “Aaaaahhhhhh….” fades out into the skyline…)