[Intro]
There is no God but Hov
And Kanye is his prophet
[Hook]
I dress
In Dries
And other boutique stores in Paris
Hova
Is the king
But McFly is the Prince of the East
[Verse 1]
Popping molly in my Tom Ford
If you want a dip, I got more
Scandalous as LIBOR
If you don't like me, cry more
Cry more; you s**a n***as can't buy my
Outfits, so why try?
Wallet brolic as the n***a from The Blind Side
Haters racist as The Help or The Blind Side
Versace shades on my eyes
Money stays on my mind
Snorting white lines, sipping white wine
Don't like it, but it's cla**ier than High Life
In my red bottoms spazzing with my low lives
We got no ties
No children and no wives
Ain't on the corner with four-fives
On the top floor with the c**a
Take the Nudies off, put it in her chocha
Looking strange and deranged in the Rover
This Dior got me looking like a pro, huh?
Rocking Dries Van Noten at my show, huh?
Looking like a yeti with the snow, huh?
Eat spaghetti and you n***as eating crow, huh?
My crew is hesh and all you n***as bros, huh?
Have a skate sesh in thousand dollar clothes, huh?
And I stack my lettuce like a grocer
But it's crazy how fast it go, huh?
It's crazy how fast it go cause
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
MOG run the game, n***a, f** with me
Punk rock n***a, grown but it stuck with me
In the pit, if you buck, n***a, knuck with me
And I got a few grams in the trunk with me
Like Yeshua ben Yosef at brunch drinking mimosas
With twelve disciples around me should've died of overdoses
Flow stoic, I'm a coke-blowing dope poet
Go Boy wish snow chosen, go hard, we both know it
Go Boys, MOG, n***a, we the f**ing crew
Making good music, so Yeezy, what it do?
If half these n***as on the radio got signed, then I can do
Twiggy Stardust, n***a: I'm the truth