作词 : Roy Hammond/Shawn Carter/Kirk Robinson/Joseph Roach/Harry M. Woods/James Brown/Kanye West/Jimmy Campbell/Reg Connelly

作曲 : Roy Hammond/Shawn Carter/Kirk Robinson/Joseph Roach/Harry M. Woods/James Brown/Kanye West/Jimmy Campbell/Reg Connelly

It makes it easier, easier to bear

You won't regret it, no, no, no

Some girls, they don't forget it

Love is their only happiness

Squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her

Sounds so soulful, don't you agree?

Uh, I invented swag

Poppin' bottles, puttin' supermodels in the cab

Proof

I guess I got my swagger back, truth

New watch alert: Hublots

Or the big face Rollie, I got two of those

Arm out the window through the city, I maneuver slow

Cock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes

Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been?

N!ggas talking real reckless; stuntmen

I adopted these n!ggas, Phillip Drummond them

Now I'm 'bout to make them tuck their whole summer in

They say I'm crazy, but I'm 'bout to go dumb again

They ain't seen me 'cause I pulled up in my other Benz

Last week I was in my other other Benz

Throw your diamonds up 'cause we in this b!tch another 'gain

Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth

I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself

Uh, live from the Mercer

Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya

Flee in the G450, I might surface

Political refugee, asylum can be purchased

Uh, everything's for sale

I got five passports, I'm never going to jail

I made Jesus Walks, I'm never going to hell

Couture level flow is never going on sale

Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses

Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive

I get it custom, you a customer

You ain't accustomed to going through customs

You ain't been nowhere, hah?

And all the ladies in the house got 'em showing off

I'm done, I'll hit you up maña...nah!

Welcome to Havana

Smoking Cubanos with Castro in cabanas

Viva México, cubano

Dominicano, all the plugs that I know

Driving Benzes with no benefits

Not bad, huh, for some immigrants?

Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels

Can't you see we gettin' money up under you?

Can't you see the private jets flying over you?

Maybach bumper sticker read: "What would Hova do?"

Jay is chillin' (Uh), Ye is chillin' (Uh)

What more can I say? We killin' 'em

Hold up before we end this campaign

As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames

Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change

And pray that all of their pain be champagne

Scream it

Give it

Scream it