[Intro: The Inter Milan Ultras]
Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah-oah

[Verse: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]
Can't stop, won't stop
I just fucked your bitch in the Sean John tank top
You treat a bad bitch like she average
I treat a bad bitch like a fat bitch
Shouldn't have never let me get money again
On my Katt Williams when they get funny again
Yeah, you see they tried to count me out, I like that
We just hit a number one, we right back
Five hundred down on the bottom, five hundred up at the top
Titanium grills, call that "smile on the rocks"
I done had everything that you able to got
I inventеd drill too, I ain't gon' lie, it was Chop
Ayy, another one, volumе one (Yee)
Then it's two and three (Yee!), VULTURES on repeat (Yee!)
Still feel like Pablo, drug dealer chic (Yee)
Pluto sent the drones, it hit like Metro beats
It's a wrap for n***as (Yee)
Where's Lucian? Serve your master, n***a
You caught a little bag for your masters, didn't ya?
Lifetime deal, I feel bad for n***as (Bad for n***as)
Y'all so outta sight, outta mind
I can't even think of a Drake line
Play J. Cole, get the pussy dry
Play this shit back a hundred-thirty times
[Outro: The Inter Milan Ultras]
Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah-oah
Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah-oah