[Intro]
Kanye to The, yeah, you heard the name
Cheques plus raps finna murder the game, uh
Can y'all get it? f** y'all
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
All these n***as believe
They breathe the same air that I breathe and bleed like I bleed
Only difference though, I f** better hoes
Iceberg clothes, I got to pose
Every whip with the studio in a hospital
This n***a flow is very sick
Plus very rich hoes, very thick chain, very thick
Feel like I could f** every b**h
Twenties at the bottom, carry the six
If I cop back, then shot him, I buried him six
You can't hate this n***a with the platinum braces
I rather need new teeth than a whole facelift
Plus your taste is rather tasteless
Test my aim and watch me ace this
You wack rap cats need a replacement
So I hit the basement, took it back to basics
Reach down to my Timbs, grab my laces
Got loops on n***as, y'all want a tight noose on n***as
If I ain't holler at you for (?), n***as
What the f** I got to do, another truth for n***as?
See, it don't really matter what y'all prove to n***as
Y'all ain't satisfied 'til we shoot some n***as
So if somebody got to die, tell me who want it
That Chi-Town, South Side bullsh**, we on it
[Hook]
Who you know twenty-five that rolls?
Fifteen carats on top of the white gold
Pull up in the drop, then froze
I got to pose
Go on 'head, baby, you could pose
Gettin' naked at Go-Getter shows
Then she drop, then froze
I got to pose
[Verse 2]
Man, b**h, I ain't finished with your a**
Heavy all night, spendin' cash at the ball
At the show and before we got back
At the gas station buyin' your a** snacks
At the liquor store buyin' act right juice
So when we get bid-ad, you know how to hit that
Next time, bring some friends for me to get at
But no fat hoes, you expect me to hit that?
Molly set me up like, "K got scratched"
Run up in the crib mad, stuck with that
Y'all n***as talk that, but y'all don't really lit that
So I had to hit them with the flat out, get your a** out
You tuned in with the boss of the bosses
NFL, no f**in' losses
Chain flossless, f** with it cost us
We go broke, we take y'all for hostage
[Hook]
Who you know twenty-five that rolls?
Fifteen carats on top of the white gold
Pull up in the drop, then froze
I got to pose
Go on 'head, baby, you could pose
Gettin' naked at Go-Getter shows
Then she drop and froze
I got to pose
[Verse 3]
You see me rollin', smokin', coastin', boastin'
Plus a little gone off the potion
Oh, and known for flossin' a little too often
Might end up in a coffin
I'm floatin' cause I don't smoke like that
Y'all n***as want to plot, we don't joke like that
f*ggot-a** n***as get approached like that
Matter of fact, murder gettin' wrote like that
I'm finna take these n***as back to the streets
Back to hoppin' out the 'Lac with the heat
Back to the fifty, posin' with some b**hes
In front of that airbrushed 2Pac picture
[Hook]
Who you know twenty-five that rolls?
Fifteen carats on top of the white gold
Pull up in the drop, then froze
I got to pose
Go on 'head, baby, you could pose
Gettin' naked at Go-Getter shows
And then she drop and froze