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  • 作词 : C. Young/G. Rudman Rambali/J. Harris/M. Barrow/M. Williams/R. Cubina/T. Boykin/T. Griffin Jr./Ye
    All eyes is on me
    Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
    Don't cry for me
    (This Chicago, nigga)

    I don't have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures
    Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, 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
    New Ferrari 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 and I ghost her
    Yeah-yeah, outta here, them boys tryna go for
    I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her
    I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
    Hottest 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 (Yeah)
    What, you gon' charge that old man for that p***y? Girl, don't hurt me (Go)
    (This Chicago, nigga, go)

    Three gang leaders with me, all times
    I don't know who I ****ed 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
    Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness
    How I'm anti-Semitic? I just ****ed a J****h b***h
    I just ****ed Scooter's b***h and we ran up like Olympics
    Got pregnant in the t*******e, 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
    **** 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
    Boys, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
    Skip to the vert, tell the ho "No, I don't wanna ****"
    She can suck-suck-suck it, 'til she suck it dry
    California nigga with some European freaks
    Bad-ass b***h 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
    Seems like it 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 beat that shit so differently and brilliantly
    Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG
    Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly
    It ain't that deep, boot up my nigga, James Cool
    My nigga, that's drugs, she snottin' that P out that D
    She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
    She Russian, I beat up the p***y for Ukraine
    Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
    Just like my exes, she told me that "You changed", yeah, yeah, yeah
    Lotta them rappers be ****in' it up
    Still screamin' "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
    **** the police, if we be hearin' 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

    Give me somethin', b***h, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
    Look it here, ho, I don't wanna ****
    Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
    I'm shootin', game to light that
    Give me somethin', b***h, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
    Look it here, ho, I don't wanna ****
    Here's a buck, but 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-
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : C. Young/G. Rudman Rambali/J. Harris/M. Barrow/M. Williams/R. Cubina/T. Boykin/T. Griffin Jr./Ye
    [00:01.240] All eyes is on me
    [00:03.615] Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
    [00:07.807] Don't cry for me
    [00:09.851] (This Chicago, nigga)
    [00:11.388]
    [00:13.396] I don't have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures
    [00:16.334] Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over
    [00:19.672] Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert
    [00:22.925] Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster
    [00:26.116] New Ferrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
    [00:29.698] I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt
    [00:32.850] We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first
    [00:36.090] I just got some head in a Ghost and I ghost her
    [00:39.421] Yeah-yeah, outta here, them boys tryna go for
    [00:42.559] I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her
    [00:45.851] I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
    [00:49.203] Hottest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth
    [00:52.431] We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first
    [00:55.748] I put in my own work, better do your homework
    [00:58.988] I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring (Yeah)
    [01:02.456] What, you gon' charge that old man for that p***y? Girl, don't hurt me (Go)
    [01:04.581] (This Chicago, nigga, go)
    [01:05.274]
    [01:06.750] Three gang leaders with me, all times
    [01:09.035] I don't know who I ****ed last night, I got Alzheimer's
    [01:12.390] I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'
    [01:15.504] Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
    [01:18.855] Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness
    [01:21.775] How I'm anti-Semitic? I just ****ed a J****h b***h
    [01:25.067] I just ****ed Scooter's b***h and we ran up like Olympics
    [01:28.733] Got pregnant in the t*******e, so whose baby is it?
    [01:33.997] Whose baby is it?
    [01:35.400] My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches
    [01:38.361] This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions
    [01:41.839] This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches
    [01:43.408]
    [01:44.263] She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
    [01:48.291] With the trenches, precious, with the trenches
    [01:51.060] **** it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist
    [01:54.144] With the trenches, I've been livin' reckless
    [01:57.116] I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (With the trenches)
    [02:01.381] Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend
    [02:04.313] Boys, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
    [02:07.372] Skip to the vert, tell the ho "No, I don't wanna ****"
    [02:09.401] She can suck-suck-suck it, 'til she suck it dry
    [02:11.524] California nigga with some European freaks
    [02:14.508] Bad-ass b***h from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me
    [02:17.670] Stick on me, even though I got security
    [02:20.470] Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously
    [02:24.592] Seems like it back tradin' in my Urus for the puro keys
    [02:27.890] Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah
    [02:32.757] Ayy, shoutout to my symphony, 9th Ave, spaced out
    [02:36.434] We beat that shit so differently and brilliantly
    [02:38.714] Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG
    [02:41.181] Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly
    [02:43.990] It ain't that deep, boot up my nigga, James Cool
    [02:46.297] My nigga, that's drugs, she snottin' that P out that D
    [02:48.723] She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
    [02:52.387] She Russian, I beat up the p***y for Ukraine
    [02:54.150] Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
    [02:56.122] Just like my exes, she told me that "You changed", yeah, yeah, yeah
    [03:00.543] Lotta them rappers be ****in' it up
    [03:02.310] Still screamin' "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
    [03:04.016] **** the police, if we be hearin' the judge
    [03:05.621] Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug
    [03:07.271] Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do drugs
    [03:08.942] Can't be my main if we met in the club
    [03:10.053]
    [03:10.700] Give me somethin', b***h, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
    [03:12.966] Look it here, ho, I don't wanna ****
    [03:14.608] Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
    [03:16.096] I'm shootin', game to light that
    [03:17.271] Give me somethin', b***h, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
    [03:19.483] Look it here, ho, I don't wanna ****
    [03:21.109] Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
    [03:22.425] I'm shootin', game to light that
    [03:24.546] Game to light that-
    [03:26.230] Game to light that-
    [03:27.940] Game to light that-
    [03:28.795] Game to light that-
    [03:29.582] Game to light that-