[Intro: Playboi Carti & Ty Dolla $ign]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-ah
Na-na-na-na-na-naa-na-na-na-na-na
[Verse 1: SBGLol]
Mama told me hella times
"Never trust a strobe light"
They break all, break all law
They can't keep us down
Do you believe in the light? Do you believe in the light?
This kind of fight? This kind of night?
This kind of night? This kind of night?
This kind of fight? This kind of Christ?
[Chorus: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]
Pussy got me back on Melrose
Eight-inch high stiletto
She said cut off all my hoes but I can't let go
She tellin' me I'm too ghetto
Pussy got me back on Melrose
Eight-inch high stilettos
She said cut off all my hoes but I can't let go
She like, "Dolla $ign, you too ghetto"
[Verse 2: Kanye West & Playboi Carti]
She be embarrassеd to wear my jewelry
How many tеrrorists, I'm in the ring
I live in time, you remember me?
Gotta respond to enemies
I tell her, "I'm not your enemy"
I gotta find some better love
Then I just saw you rent a car
I'ma shit on, where it's enema (Schyeah)
Fight 'til the noon
I done broke out the edge
I done fucked her out in LA
Waiting on for the day (Schyeah)
[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West & Playboi Carti]
Pussy got me back
Pussy got me back (Schyeah)
[Chorus: Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign & Playboi Carti]
Pussy got me back on Melrose
Eight-inch high stiletto
She said cut off all my hoes but I can't let go (Puss', puss', puss')
She tellin' me I'm too ghetto (Puss')
Pussy got me back on Melrose (Puss')
Eight-inch high stilettos (Puss')
She said cut off all my hoes but I can't let go (Puss')
She like, "Dolla $ign, you too ghetto"
[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Uh, way too much smoke, I need more ammo
Rockstar from the hood, I got a gun and rose
We done took off with a couple hoes, I'm tryna line some more
And I almost took her home, but she started a lot of smoke
Uh, everyday I'm just him, everyday she wanna scheme
She wanna borrow my jet, she wanna be on my team
Kiss under lighting, though I'm tryna bust her tomorrow
Tell her bring the bands to the house, or we can't go to the mall
I only let God do the judging, so me and Ye got to pick them all
Got a ratchet, givin' 'em face, in a room, in a designer hotel
Mask cover my flaws, I'm chaotic, dunkin' out loud
Psyched out, back against the wall, hell nah, we ain't fuckin' raw
Me and Blackhaine like a posse, I'm more turnt than Ozzy
Baby, I'm just like a terrorist, cock back, aim at a Nazi
Recording on top of my terrace, you better not move my process
The pussy tried and got embarrassed, and now the little boy in the hot seat
You better not play nobody, I'm in that Bluetooth 'bout my partner
We was just trappin' in Atlanta, now we in the green rooms havin' lunch (Ha)
No matter how rich I get, my young niggas still sell sour
She in the house with my shit, she better not touch my flowers
Getting tired of the jits, I got to show 'em my power (This girl better not touch my flowers)
I'm standing on shit like a tower
I'm standing on shit like a tower
I'm standing on shit like a tower
[Bridge: Playboi Carti, Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign & SBGLol]
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du)
Oh, yeah
Ooh, woah-ooh-ooh (Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du)
Oh, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du)
Oh, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du)
Oh, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West & Playboi Carti]
Pussy got me back (Ha)
Pussy got me back (Ah, ha)
[Chorus: Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign & Playboi Carti]
Pussy got me back on Melrose (Puss', ha)
Eight-inch high stiletto
She said cut off all my hoes but I can't let go (Puss', puss', puss')
She tellin' me I'm too ghetto (Puss')
Pussy got me back on Melrose (Puss'; yeah)
Eight-inch high stilettos (Puss';) ah-ah-ah-ah
She said cut off all my hoes but I can't let go (Puss')
She like, "Dolla $ign, you too ghetto"
[Outro: Playboi Carti & Ty Dolla $ign]
Ah-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-ah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-naa-na-na-na-na-na
Ah-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-ah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-naa-na-na-na-na-na
