Letra de Vultures - ¥$, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign

(Feat. Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Bump J, Lil Durk)

All eyes is on me

Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue

Don't cry for me

(This Chicago, nigga)

(I want some Juice)

I don't have no rapper friends, I hang wit' The Vultures

Big-ass toaster, hit you with and flip it over

Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert

Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster

LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster

I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt

We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first

I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her

Yeah, yeah, out of here, your boyfriend a gopher

I see him out with her, I pretend like I don't know her

I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"

Hardest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth

We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first

I put in my own work, better do your homework

I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring (Go, go)

What you gon' charge that old man for that pussy?

Girl, don't hurt me

Iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all they insurance up

Iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned into influencers

Smurkio, fuck that bitch and leave, I don't care who she fuck

Best shit out her closet, it's hot as hell, she got on Yeezy UGGS

I got moes with me, bump out the feds, mean I got foes with me

You got goofies with you, before I do that, I keep some hoes with me

Askin' for my gun when I'm in Cali', nigga, this your city

Why you DM'in' my bitch actin' like we fucked? These hoes below-silly

Street niggas want ramen, I don't like calamari

Took her out that cheap shit, took her to Bvlgari

Never tell her, "Sorry," this car a Ferrari

Off set with this Cuban link, you think she was Cardi (Go)

(This Chicago, nigga, go)

Three gang leaders with me all times

I don't know who I fucked last night, I got Alzheimer's

I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'

Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine

Hunnid' hooligans, and we with the foolishness

How I'm anti-Semitic? I just fucked a Jewish bitch

I just fucked Scooter's bitch and we ran her like Olympics

Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?

Whose baby is it?

My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches

This ain't Jimmy Butler, but the heat got extensions

This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches

She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace (With the trenches)

Precious (With the trenches)

Fuck it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist (With the trenches)

I've been livin' reckless

I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (With the trenches)

Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend

Chordz, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Skinny Pimp flow, tell the ho, "No, I don't wanna fuck"

She can suck-suck-suck it 'til she suck it dry

California nigga with some European freaks

Bad-ass bitch from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me

Stick on me even though I got security

Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously

Soon as I get back, tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys

Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah

Ayy, shoutout to my symphony

9th Ave, Spaced Out, we did that shit so differently and brilliantly

Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we birth YG

Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly

Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Koo

My nigga, that's D.R.U.G.$

She snortin' that P out the D

She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh

She Russian, I beat up the pussy for Ukraine

Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change

Just saw my ex and she told me that, "You changed," yeah, yeah, yeah

Dolla'd done rather be fuckin' it up

Still screamin', "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"

Fuck the police, the DA, and the judge

Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug

Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do drugs

Can't be my main if we met in the club, ooh

Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Look here, ho, I don't wanna fuck, here's a buck, with a buck, buck, buck

I'm shootin' game to light that—

Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Look here, ho, I don't wanna fuck, here's a buck, with a buck, buck, buck

I'm shootin' game to light that—

Game to light that—

Game to light that—

Game to light that-game to light that-game to light that—

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