It's what you all been waiting for, ain't it? What people pay paper for, damn it They can't stand it, they want something new So let's get reacquainted became the hood favorite I can't even explain it, I surprise myself too Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh shit on With something crazy on my arm, uh-uh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds We outta here, baby We outta here, baby We outta here, baby Dude! Fresh off the plane, Konnichiwa, bitches Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot Ask for it, I did it, that asshole done did it Talked it then he lived it, spit it then he shit it I don't need writers, I might bounce ideas But only I could come up with some shit like this I done played the underdog my whole career I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year? They say, "He going crazy and we seen this before" But I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go And I'm doing pretty hood in my pink polo Nigga, please, how you gonna say I ain't no Lo-head? 'Cause my Dior got me more model head I'm insulted, you should go 'head And bow so hard until your knees hit your forehead And the flow just hit code red Top five MCs, you ain't gotta remind me Top five MCs, you gotta rewind me I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me But my head's so big, you can't sit behind me Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh shit on With something crazy on my arm, uh-uh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds Yeah, yeah, we outta here baby What? What? We outta here, baby Ayy, Mr. West, we so outta here baby And me, I'm Mr. Weezy Baby I'm so bright, not shady My teeth and my ice so white like Shady Ice in my teeth so refrigerated I'm so fucking good like I'm sleeping with Meagan I'm all about my Franklins, Lincolns and Reagans Whenever they make them, I shall hayve them Oops, I meant "have them," I'm so crazy But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with daisies I'm such a hay-vic, oops I meant "havoc" And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit And I'm still col' like Keyshia's family Stove on my waist turn beef to patties And I ate it 'cause I'm so avid (no homo) And I don't front, and I don't go backwards And I don't practice, and I don't lack shit And you can get buried, suck my bat, bitch We outta here, baby We outta here, baby We outta here, baby (Swag at a hundred and climbing, baby, yeah) Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh shit on With something crazy on my arm, uh-uh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds

I'm cold (yeah) I'm cold (yeah) I'm cold (yeah, yeah) I got the right, to put up a fight But not quite, 'cause you cut off my light But my sight, is better tonight And I might, see you in my nightmare Ooh, how did you get there? 'Cause we were once a fairytale But this is farewell, yeah I got my life and it's my only one I got the night, I'm running from the sun So good night, I made it out the door Door, door, door, door After tonight, there will be no return After tonight, I'm taking off on the road I'm taking off on the road And that you know That you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know, that you know Okay, I'm back up on my grind You do you and I'm just gon' do mine You do you, 'cause I'm just gon' be fine Okay, I got you out my mind And the night is young, the drinks is cold The stars is out, I'm ready to go You always thought I was always wrong Well, now you know Tell anybody, everybody that you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know, that you know I got the right, to put up a fight But not quite, 'cause you cut off my light But my sight, is better tonight And I might, see you in my nightmare Ooh, how did you get there? 'Cause we was once a fairytale But this is farewell, yeah Baby girl I'm finished I thought we were committed I thought we were cemented I really thought we meant it But now we just repenting And now we just resenting The clouds is in my vision Look how high that I be getting And it's all because of you, girl we through You think your shit don't stink but you are Mrs. P-U And I don't see you with me no more Now tell everybody that you know, that you know That you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know, that you know That you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know That you know

Haha Uh-huh No homo (Young Mula, baby!) I say, he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper Remix, baby! Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top That hit the spot 'Til she ask, "How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take" 'til she get to shop? Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze Tell a girl, "Like Doritos, that's not 'cho cheese" Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to lay" I can't only have one, and I ain't trying to wait This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gon' melt But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else I'ma rap like I got some type respect for myself I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help We need four more hoes, we need oh, oh, oh, oh! You know what it is when we out of town We balling too serious, and you out of bounds So come here, baby girl You're now fucking with the best in the world Lollipop The best in the world Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop World, world She— She lick me like a lollipop Shawty want a thug, thug, thug Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club) Shawty wanna hump (Shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (Shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps Shawty say she wanna lick the wrapper And she gonna lick the rapper And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor I Anita-bake her; now, she caught up in that "Rapture" I got so much chips, I swear, they call me "Hewlett Packard" I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker Greedy mother-fudge cake; now, tell me how that fudge tastes I do it for Bloods' sake—soo-woo! Think it's voodoo how that roof do di-di-dissipate Your girl want to participatem She so, so sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain And then, my diamonds are in the choir because they sing from off my chain And my Nina just joined the gang because all she do is bang Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye: pick your poison If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-Can't-Make-An-Appointment Take my lollipop and enjoy it—remix! Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!) Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club, yeah!) Shawty wanna hump (Yeah! Shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (Yeah! Shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building I've flushed out the feeling of me being the shit 'Cause I was leaving skid marks on everywhere I sit I am everywhere, I'm it, like Hide-and-Go And I can go anywhere: eeny, mini, miney, mo I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD-thing, tapedeck IPod, your girlfriend, and she say I got great sex Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex 'Cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text Haha! So wrap it up! Bu-Bu-But he's so sweet, sh-she wanna lick the wrapper Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club, club, club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Re-Re-Re-Remix, baby!) Lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) She— She lick me like a lollipop (L-Lollipop) Sh-Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)

Woo, welcome to the bank Where you deposit Young Money and you get Cash Money I'm Tunechi, the Boss And live from the vault is Busta Buss Swag mania, pop that goes most Carry the most beautiful bitches With us, happily toast Keep the faculty close Gross when we give them a dose Got them ODing, leaning in each coast Scenery froze, take notes, Rock Rolls Diamonds that fit in Chanel Minks in the winter Who fucking with us We coming to give them the shivers Watery flows, spilling like rivers Flooding the street, hoping niggas swimming is moving gorillas King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up Please don't throw up Hold your liquor, grow up If you robbing niggas We going to show you how to blow up Thank your lucky stars It's the Rap Czar, tuck your shit in My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin She gives in every time that I spin Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall We wade on, talk shit while we ball So what's cracking with y'all Native New Yorker And the slick talker featured in order Call the reporter Stepping like the British walkers Legendary swag flu and see the influence, see how we do it Get them into it steadily God, I'm stupid, so undisputed Act fool, back tool, until they pop off Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers Bossing it up, maintaining composure, stand on the sofa Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it And count the money up proper, cause you can GET IT Yeah It feel good, don't it, uh It feel good, don't it, uh Ay, I want to let y'all know, ay ay I want to let y'all know, this Yeezy And you listening to Q-Tip Settle up, stiletto up, saddle up and let's go Good times, only difference, niggas making your dough Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up You dead and done rip up your paper, cause your status is none Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge You're just a single, cause you wouldn't engage You turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goblets with us See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff, beat him the head Boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof Beat him in the head again, "stop killing me, Wolf", whop Beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof Oxy in me pulse He don't want no problem with niggas Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our livers Dammit, we sinners when me and Abstract are together, see we deliver She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers, dammit, we winners Pillar of this rap shit, homie, they know Kill everything until it's time for me to go That's when I bomb it with a blow And then I black and get a little bit dummy The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me Incredibly we do it, and it resonates the music I tune it, YouTube it, it could never ever be refuted It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas Bitches and ballerinas Ballers and in-betweeners Blatant non-believers and over-achievers Kicking it in Pele Adidas Drinking gallons and liters All of you must reconcile a leader She's begging to eat us, and her man's attitude defeated But never a scandal Because me and Bus we're prone to handle it, we're gentlemen Not to mention, we're veterans Second, he need some medicine Before I black as he get off my premises Better fly, you pelican, idiot ass niggas But then again, you need a suit for your funeral measurements See me doing it effortless It's never getting no better than this Giving your shit to convince a better preference Watch me turn them to skeletons See how I come and bring out the betterness Time is with it and I rep the foreverness Flying, United Emirates, sized private plane, that kind of etiquette Purchasing diamonds, handle them delicate Now you need you a better ref You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left I want to thank you Heavenly Father For shining your light on me I want to thank you Heavenly Father For shining your light on me I know it couldn't have happened without you Ooo-ooh without you-ooooooohhh Without you-ohh Without you

For your boy, I'm watching Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors, nigga Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive What's your name again? Nobody knows it Don't speak to me nigga, you not important, I'm focused (two, three, four) "Bring in the horns" They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket I'm short of a sandwich, I'm peanut butter Boyce Watkins a faggot, please come and get me Said I suckin' at your neck, like a hickey, boy I'm sicky Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody fuckin' with me I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me a demon And a terrorist, goddamn it, I couldn't believe it Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger I clearly don't give a fuck, so you could run that shit back And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat (man...) Cherry Bomb the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round Damn, 'got to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves Tyler, The Creator sweatin' Jesus juice Put that fuckin' cow on my level, 'cause I'm raising the stakes Mom, I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 Well, when we ate, it was the steaks, now our section is great 'Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass him a plate 'Ye! Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me? 'Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas checks but I'm the only nigga to ever check Nike Richer than white people with black kids Scarier than black people with ideas Nobody can tell me where I'm headin' But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddin' (yeah) They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin' for me You can't lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin' to me I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em I believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite of somethin' I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me, "Are you still down?" Yeah, my nigga It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on I know they told they white daughters, "Don't bring home Jerome" I am the free nigga archetype (woo) I am the light and the beacon; you can ask the deacon It's funny, when you get extra money Every joke you tell just be extra funny (yeah) I mean, you can even dress extra bummy Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me (woo) Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup? Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck Hold up (skrrrrt) I studied the proportions Emotions runnin' at a Autobahn speed-level Had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God He said, "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard" For your boy, I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors I'm watchin' Freak and Geeks, got a trampoline in my room, damn (two, three, four) Hold your fuckin' horses Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it Like I bet it at a auction Been exhausted, I been workin' While y'all silly bros smoke like broken exhaust tips Fuckin' losers Hold your fuckin' ponies, my homie I'll whip your donkey by my lonely, I eat pussy like Shoney's, yeah (yeah) It's Tunechi, homie, Master of Ceremonies I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni, I swear This them Golf boys, like them Hot Boys For the nine-nine and 2000 But its the two-thou' and the one-four and the one-five Yo, what up Wayne? What up slime? Nigga, go hard Yeah, I'ma go hard like before came Got too much drive, need like ten lanes Life is a broad, and she give brain That's that road head (yeah), this a dream car Got a full tank of that same year I was born That's that 1-9-9-1 'Nother nigga like I, you won't find one 'Cause nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb (yeah) Middle finger blind, so it's fuck A-N-Y-one Fuck, skate, and die son, a hundred ways to die, son I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump Use Adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up Stakes are high, well done, and prime cut, eat up I stick my Rollie in her mouth, let the time come She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda Oh my goodness Wayne, them bitches ugly These niggas colder than Tommy buddy Ye, we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles Bitch, I'm goin' harder than yellow cabbies stoppin' for Lionel (black ass nigga) They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling Boy, let's get a scrimmage And cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers And a couple owners that's kinda German You bring the nooses And a couple trees, where the money grow And get bodies burnin' 'Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham My new music's all over the street like Erick Sermon was Fuck us, maybe we should team up Anti-Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either I'm a liar, I'm a faggot (ugh) Son, you need Jesus But I heard he left Sunset to go on tour with Yeezus Well, I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchini, I know It ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame Or lame, nor strange Nah faggot, it's Golf Wang