作词 : Kanye West/Dwayne Carter/Tyler Okonma 作曲 : Kanye West/Gabriele Ducros/Dwayne Carter/Tyler Okonma For your boy I'm watchin Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors, ******* Money, money, money, money; money ain't the motive What's your name again? Nobody knows it Don't speak to me *******, you not impo'tant I'm focused (2, 3, 4), bring in the horns They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket, I'm short of a sandwich I'm peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a ******* Please come and get me, said I suck him at your neck Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody ****** wit me I got banned from New Zealand, Whitey called me a demon And a terrorist, goddammit, I couldn't believe in it Ban a kid from a country; I never fall, never timber But you ****** up as a parent; your child idol's a nigger I clearly don't give a *******, so you could run that *******t back And ******* your loud pack, and ******* your Snapchat Cherry Bomb the greatest ****** album since the days of sound And that *******t gon pop just like that ******* that was never 'round Damn, bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust Young T, came quick, hard to beat, ******* is soft We ain't lyin, we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves Tyler the Creator sweatin Jesus juice Put that ****** cow on my level, cause I'm raisin the stakes Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great Cause that's the level I'm at, my *******s pass 'em a plate 'Ye! Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me? Cause Nike gave a lot of *******s checks But I'm the only ******* 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 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 takin a bite or somethin I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds I dreamt of 2Pac; he asked me "Are you still down?" Yeah my *******, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on I know they tell they white daughters "Don't bring home Jerome" I am the free ******* archetype,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 I mean, you can even dress extra bummy ******* bathroom break, nose extra runny And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me 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 *******, you suck, hold up 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 *******, so go extra hard" For your boy I'm tryna pop the new McLaren with the vertical doors I'm watchin Freak and Geeks, got a trampoline in my room Damn (2, 3, 4) Hold your ****** horses, *******s really ****** thought that T lost it Like I bet it at a auction, been exhausted I been workin while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips ****** losers Hold your ****** ponies, my homie I'll whip your donkey by my lonely I eat ******* like Shoney's (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 Boy$ For the nine-nine and two-thousand But its the two-thou' And the one-four, and the one-five Yo, what up Wayne? (What up Slime, ******* go hard) Yeah, I'mma 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) thats a dream car Got a full tank of that same year I was born That's that one-nine-nine-one 'nother ******* like I, you won't find one Cuz ******* I'm a god, a divine one Tune My trigger finger wise but my 9 dumb (Yeah) Middle finger blind, so its ******* A-N-Y-one *******, 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 ******* ugly These *******s colder than Tommy buddy 'Ye we hittin models like Tony Parker be hittin bottles ******* I'm goin harder than yellow cabbies stoppin for Lionel (Black ass *******) They be duckin us *******s Shout out to Donald Sterling, boy lets get a scrimmage And cut some *******s 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 *******s from Alabama, Birmingham I need music so I'm over the street like Erick Sermon was ******* us, maybe we should team up Anti-Golf boys, cuz I don't ******* with me either I'm a liar, I'm a *******, uhh... 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 *******es prayin that we squash the beef like zucchini I know; it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame, or lame, nor strange Nah *******, it's Golf Wang
[00:00.000] 作词 : Kanye West/Dwayne Carter/Tyler Okonma [00:00.780] 作曲 : Kanye West/Gabriele Ducros/Dwayne Carter/Tyler Okonma [00:01.560]For your boy [00:02.750]I'm watchin Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor [00:05.640]I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors, ******* [00:10.480]Money, money, money, money; money ain't the motive [00:13.360]What's your name again? Nobody knows it [00:15.480]Don't speak to me *******, you not impo'tant [00:17.880]I'm focused (2, 3, 4), bring in the horns [00:23.540]They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket, I'm short of a sandwich [00:26.500]I'm peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a ******* [00:28.660]Please come and get me, said I suck him at your neck [00:30.900]Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky [00:32.540]Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody ****** wit me [00:35.580]I got banned from New Zealand, Whitey called me a demon [00:38.620]And a terrorist, goddammit, I couldn't believe in it [00:41.640]Ban a kid from a country; I never fall, never timber [00:44.560]But you ****** up as a parent; your child idol's a nigger [00:47.580]I clearly don't give a *******, so you could run that *******t back [00:50.820]And ******* your loud pack, and ******* your Snapchat [00:54.120]Cherry Bomb the greatest ****** album since the days of sound [00:57.060]And that *******t gon pop just like that ******* that was never 'round [01:00.080]Damn, bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust [01:02.980]Young T, came quick, hard to beat, ******* is soft [01:06.180]We ain't lyin, we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves [01:09.120]Tyler the Creator sweatin Jesus juice [01:11.440]Put that ****** cow on my level, cause I'm raisin the stakes [01:14.560]Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 [01:17.600]When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great [01:20.700]Cause that's the level I'm at, my *******s pass 'em a plate [01:23.760]'Ye! [01:24.640]Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me? [01:29.120]Cause Nike gave a lot of *******s checks [01:31.040]But I'm the only ******* to ever check Nike [01:36.500]Richer than white people with black kids [01:39.700]Scarier than black people with ideas [01:42.840]Nobody can tell me where I'm headin [01:44.840]But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddin [01:48.030]They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin for me [01:51.060]You can't Lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin to me [01:53.950]I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em [01:56.770]I believe you like a fat trainer takin a bite or somethin [01:59.840]I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds [02:02.100]I dreamt of 2Pac; he asked me "Are you still down?" [02:05.130]Yeah my *******, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on [02:08.450]I know they tell they white daughters "Don't bring home Jerome" [02:11.580]I am the free ******* archetype,I am the light and the beacon [02:15.860]You can ask the deacon [02:17.670]It's funny, when you get extra money [02:20.560]Every joke you tell just be extra funny [02:23.300]I mean, you can even dress extra bummy [02:26.100]******* bathroom break, nose extra runny [02:28.900]And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me [02:31.880]Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me [02:34.680]And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup? [02:38.860]Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my *******, you suck, hold up [02:49.400]I studied the proportions [02:50.900]Emotions runnin at a Autobahn speed-level [02:53.500]Had a drink with fear, and I was textin God [02:56.380]He said "I gave you a big *******, so go extra hard" [03:01.610]For your boy [03:02.810]I'm tryna pop the new McLaren with the vertical doors [03:05.700]I'm watchin Freak and Geeks, got a trampoline in my room [03:09.160]Damn [03:11.250](2, 3, 4) [03:12.370]Hold your ****** horses, *******s really ****** thought that T lost it [03:17.750]Like I bet it at a auction, been exhausted [03:20.040]I been workin while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips [03:24.020]****** losers [03:26.110]Hold your ****** ponies, my homie [03:27.930]I'll whip your donkey by my lonely [03:29.670]I eat ******* like Shoney's (Yeah) [03:32.080]It's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies [03:34.210]I knock 'em down, domino effect; no pepperoni [03:37.570]I swear [03:38.500]This them Golf boys, like them Hot Boy$ [03:40.490]For the nine-nine and two-thousand [03:42.990]But its the two-thou' [03:44.690]And the one-four, and the one-five [03:46.610]Yo, what up Wayne? [03:48.460](What up Slime, ******* go hard) [03:50.270]Yeah, I'mma go hard like before came [03:52.870]Got too much drive, need like ten lanes [03:55.390]Life is a broad and she give brain [03:57.730]That's that road head (yeah) thats a dream car [04:00.110]Got a full tank of that same year I was born [04:03.330]That's that one-nine-nine-one [04:05.410]'nother ******* like I, you won't find one [04:07.910]Cuz ******* I'm a god, a divine one [04:10.850]Tune [04:11.490]My trigger finger wise but my 9 dumb (Yeah) [04:13.950]Middle finger blind, so its ******* A-N-Y-one [04:17.290]*******, skate, and die son; a hundred ways to die son [04:20.150]I'm starin at a tramp-on-lean, make my eye jump [04:23.450]Use Adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up [04:26.380]Stakes are high; well done, and prime cut, eat up [04:29.370]I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come [04:31.550]She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda [04:35.230]Oh my goodness [04:36.260]Wayne them ******* ugly [04:37.050]These *******s colder than Tommy buddy [04:38.990]'Ye we hittin models like Tony Parker be hittin bottles [04:42.290]******* I'm goin harder than yellow cabbies stoppin for Lionel [04:45.370](Black ass *******) They be duckin us *******s [04:47.470]Shout out to Donald Sterling, boy lets get a scrimmage [04:50.290]And cut some *******s I'll bring the Clippers [04:52.230]And a couple owners that's kinda German [04:54.550]You bring the nooses, and a couple trees [04:56.570]Where the money grow, and get bodies burnin [04:58.750]Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin [05:02.330]Or some *******s from Alabama, Birmingham [05:05.150]I need music so I'm over the street like Erick Sermon was [05:09.150]******* us, maybe we should team up [05:11.410]Anti-Golf boys, cuz I don't ******* with me either [05:14.370]I'm a liar, I'm a *******, uhh... [05:16.350]Son you need Jesus [05:17.750]But I heard he left Sunset to go on tour with Yeezus [05:21.060]Well, I'm prayin for the new Yeezys [05:24.250]And you *******es prayin that we squash the beef like zucchini [05:27.570]I know; it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame, or lame, nor strange [05:32.050]Nah *******, it's Golf Wang [06:40.510]
