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[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Okay, I popped out, copped the antique
She want all the perks, flights to France, oui
On a nude beach, tits and ass cheeks, I'm finna crash out
Can't get rid of me, that's what they really mad 'bout
The epitome of pitiful, you assed out
I hit the bank, take all the cash, shouting "Cash out!"
Guess you could say my spirit animal's a cash cow
If niggas really ever ran up, it's man down
Where's his man, woah? Where's his man, woah?
When it's war time, I go Rambo
You on tap dance, you a sambo
It's too many flows, I got ammo
I just give and go, like I planned through
Y'all be too high, you need a parachute
She gon' bust down for a bag and pair of shoes
[Verse 2: Skepta]
Yeah, yeah
I'm the alpha and the omega, the star player
You're a liar, big capper, a pump faker
Seen you around, but you never involved, a spectator
Can't you see the Spirit of Ecstasy? This ain't a Bentayga (Huh?)
Nah, how we livin'? I'm never quittin' (Woo)
V 'Bach whippin', Rollie ain't tickin'
818 sippin', sauce spillin'
See different colors when the shrooms kick in, born sinnin'
See who's your brother when they start talking prison
Big Smoke, I don't fight, my diamonds hittin'
Came with a chopper, he ain't a DJ, but my guy's spinnin'
Are you dizzy? He ain't got no ID, he's got bine with him
If I told my brother that it's 4L, that means I'm riding with him
[Chorus: Skepta]
I just turned an L into a lesson, that's another win
Keep the balance, yeah, that's how you keep the money comin' in
I checked my balance, and it looked like a bag of onion rings
Check the cameras, better be Lionel Messi if you're running in (Greaze)
Gotta protect my energy 'cause I'm really him
Hyperactive, self-medicating soon as I leave the gym
When you take me for a nice guy, then you meet my evil twin
Too many times I've seen 'em jump in the deep end, and they can't even swim (Yo, yeah)
[Verse 2: Skepta]
Hotter than a oven, grabba crushed in so my spliff bussin'
Slick talking, gotta hide the smoke when the kids walk in
Six figures, now I gotta bank with Coutts, I'm big bossing (Rich)
No, I ain't from Milwaukee, but I'm a mill' walking
Lex Luger (Greaze) on the beat (Bow), this shit's knocking
Bad bit', told me that she don't twerk, now she's TikTokin' (How?)
I see the back from the front like she's criss-crossin' (Sex)
Needed a ride, said I can't get her the keys, now we're lip-lockin'
Mains first, and we got matchin' watches if you're wrist watchin' (Tick-tock)
Anytime you see my name, know that's a hit droppin' (Hit drop)
And the streets ain't like F1, there ain't no pit stoppin' (Woo)
Pulled up to the venue, jumped in the stage and I got that shit rockin'
[Chorus: Skepta]
I just turned an L into a lesson, that's another win
Keep the balance, yeah, that's how you keep the money comin' in
I checked my balance, and it looked like a bag of onion rings
Check the cameras, better be Lionel Messi if you're running in (Greaze)
Gotta protect my energy 'cause I'm really him
Hyperactive, self-medicating soon as I leave the gym
When you take me for a nice guy, then you meet my evil twin
Too many times I've seen 'em jump in the deep end, and they can't even swim
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