Kanye West Presents GOOD MUSIC Cruel Summer Album, Cover Art, Tracklist, Lyrics and Full Album Stream

Tracklist:

01. Kanye West, R. Kelly – “To The World”

02. Kanye West, Jay-Z & Big Sean – “Clique”

03. Kanye West, Big Sean, Pusha T & 2 Chainz – “Mercy”

04. Kanye West, Pusha T, Ghostface Killah – “New God Flow”

05. Raekwon, Pusha T, Common, 2 Chainz, CyHi Da Prynce, Kid Cudi & D’Banj – “The Morning”

06. Kanye West & DJ Khaled – “Cold”

07. The-Dream, Pusha T & Ma$e – “Higher”

08. John Legend, Travi $ Scott, Teyana Taylor, CyHi Da Prynce & Malik Yusef – “Sin City”

09. Kanye West, Big Sean, 2 Chainz & Marsha Ambrosius – “The One”

10. Kid Cudi – “Creepers”

11. John Legend & Teyana Taylor – “Bliss”

12. Kanye West, Chief Keef, Pusha T, Big Sean & Jadakiss – “Don’t Like (Remix)”

Lyrics

To The World Lyrics - Kanye West Featuring: R. Kelly & Teyana Taylor

 [Intro: R. Kelly]

Let me see you put your middle fingers up

To the world, I made up in my mind

I'm doin' things my way, I'm burnin' shit down tonight

I'm doin' things my way, it's my way or the highway

Let me say it one more time

[Hook: R. Kelly]

Let me see you put your middle fingers up

To the world, to the world, to the world

To the world, to the world, to the world

Let me see you put your middle fingers up

Middle fingers up!

[Verse 1: R. Kelly]

(Motherfucker)

Deuces minus one

Middle finger to the sky tonight (Ay, ay, ay)

The whole world is a couch

Bitch I'm Rick James tonight (I don't give a fuck)

Throw it up, throw it up

Cause you can't take it with you

Funny how they wait 'til you gone just to miss you

To the world, to the world

Then I'm on my Sinatra, I'm doing it my way,

Let's take it a notch up, take it up

Let me see you put your middle fingers up!

To the world, I made up in my mind

Doing things my way, I'm burning shit down tonight

I'm doing things my way, it's my way or the highway

Let me see you one more time

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Mmm ain't this some shit ? Pulled up in the A-V-entador

And the doors, raise up, like praise the Lord

Did the fashion show, and a tour, and a movie, and a score

This a ghetto opera, Francis Foreign Car Coppola

I need a new crib to hold my plaques, Rick Ross had told me that

Said I'd be all up in Goldman Sachs

Like, "These niggas tryna hold me back

These niggas tryna hold me back", I'm just trying to protect my stacks

Mitt Romney don't pay no tax, Mitt Romney don't pay no tax

Chi-Town 'til I'm on my back, Chi-Town 'til I'm on my back

Only nigga in Beverly Hills, where the hell is Axel Foley at?

"Ease up there, baby boy": Ving Rhames told Jody that

R. Kelly and the God of rap

Shitting on you, holy crap

[Hook]

[Outro: Teyana Taylor]

I could give it all up, but it's not enough

Ay ay, here you go, my middle finger

To the world, to the world, from the ground to the moon

Hills to the mountains, yeah, hands to the roof

Give it up, give it up, won't let you deny me

Makin' you love me, makin' you love me

Mercy-  Lyrics Kanye West Featuring: 2 Chainz, Big Sean & Pusha T

 [Intro: Fuzzy Jones]

Well, it is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth

It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth

It is a - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound

Believe (believe!)

[Hook]

Okay Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty

I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Drop it to the floor, make that ass shake

Whoa, make the ground move, that's an ass quake

Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass state

Roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray

Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this every day-day

I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day

Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay

(And niggas still hating) so much hate I need an AK

Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm Perriering

White girls politicking, that's that Sarah Palin

Gettin' high, Californicating

I give her that D, cause that's where I was born and raised in

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Yeah it's prime time, my top back, this pimp game ho

I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James ho

I'm bill dropping Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass ho

I'm popping too, these blue dolphins need two coffins

All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money

He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real money

Check the neck, check the wrist, them heads turning, that's exorcist

My Audemar like Mardi Gras, that's Swiss time and that's excellence

Two-door preference, roof gone, George Jefferson

That white frost on that pound cake so your Duncan Hines is irrelevant

Lambo, Murcie-lago, she go wherever I go, wherever we go, we do it pronto

[Hook]

[Interlude: Fuzzy Jones]

Well, it is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth in the dancehall

And who no have teeth gwan rub pon them gums cause

When time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound

The bugle has blown fi many times, and it still have one more time left

Cause the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Let the suicide doors up

I threw suicides on the tour bus

I threw suicides on the private jet

You know what that mean, I'm fly to death

I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit

Tell em give me fifty million or I'mma quit

Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level

Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-your-face level

Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid

Plus, yo my bitch make your bitch look like Precious

Something about Mary, she gone off that Molly

Now the whole party is melted like Dali

Now everybody is movin' they body

Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby

Niggas is lawyin' just to feel important

You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]

Ok, now ketchup to my campaign, coupe the color of mayonnaise

I'm drunk and high at the same time, drinkin' champagne on the airplane

Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage

100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a bandaid

Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon

Black diamonds, backpack rhyming, co-signed by Louis Vuitton (Yup!)

Horsepower, horsepower, all this Polo on I got horsepower

Pound of this cost four thousand, I make it rain, she want more showers

Rain pourin', all my cars is foreign

All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan

[Hook]

New God Flow Lyrics - Kanye West  Featuring: Pusha T

 [Hook]

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G.O.D

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

I believe there's a god above me

I'm just the god of everything else

I put holes in everything else

"New God Flow," fuck everything else

Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters

They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella

They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella

But I was good with the Yay as a wholesaler

I think it’s good that 'Ye got a blow dealer

A hot temper, matched with a cold killer

I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him

Think ’99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him

(Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us)

Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us

(But since you over do it, I’mma pour more)

Well if you goin' coupe, I’m goin' four door

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Step on they necks 'til they can’t breathe

Claim they five stars but sell you dreams

They say death multiplies by threes

Line them all up and let's just see

Fuck em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!

I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier

(Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at Targét

(Woo!) My shit is luxury Balmain (Ay!)

Im ballin', Amar'e

A nick sold in the park then I want in

What's a king without a crown, nigga?

What's a circus without you clown niggas?

What's a brick from an outta-town nigga

When you flood and you can drown niggas?

Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child

M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man

But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman

Went from most hated to the champion god flow

I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know

I'm living three dreams:

Biggie Smalls', Dr. King's, Rodney King's

Cause we can't get along, no resolution

Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston

Cars, money, girls and the clothes

Aww man, you sold your soul

Naww man, mad people was frontin'

Aww man, made something from nothing

Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through

That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you

What has the world come to, I'm from the 312

Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true

Like there the god go in his Murcielago

From working McDonalds, barely paying the car note

He even got enough to get his mama a condo

Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom

40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week

Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street

Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us

We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon

Did Moses not part the water with the cane?

Did strippers not make an arc when I made it rain?

Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?

And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?

In Jesus' name, let the choir say

"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say

And we'll annihilate anybody that violate

Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye

[Hook]

[Outro: Kanye West]

G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!

G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!

And all my niggas say "G.O.O.D. Music!"

And all my ladies say "G.O.O.D. Music!"

I don't know but I've been told

(I don't know but I've been told)

If you get fresh get all the hoes

(If you get fresh get all the hoes)

I'm way fresher than all my foes

(I'm way fresher than all my foes)

Somebody please pick out they clothes

(Somebody please pick out they clothes)

And all my niggas say "G.O.O.D. Music!"

And all my ladies say "G.O.O.D. Music!"

Who runnin' shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!

Who runnin' shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!

[Verse 4: Ghostface]

Ya nigga, y'all had my, I had my Jesus piece since ‘94

I don’t know what I, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ bout

And my eagle — Still got it all in the bag, B

All you did was play possum

Yo, come on

Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub

Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut

With soap suds on the mac eleven

My big lion haven’t ate since twelve

And it’s after seven

We feed the nigga like forty chickens

His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim

Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on

Gems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thon

I got soccer moms paying for cock

Asians get it from behind while they cleanin’ their wok

Coming with flows that's toxic

Deadly fumes when I'm in the room

Repercussions occur when you try and snitch

Red light, green light

One, two, three

Look mean, got my machine

Cried and hit you, please

Say shake that body, scar up that body

Should I kill them now Ton'? I said probably

Side bets, I form better

Bust hammers with pot holders

And yo, dead a cow for his fuckin' leather

I’m not bow-legged but old school like red fox

My favorite colour in my hustle days was red tops

My gold eagle arm shitted out a red rock

Threw it off my project roof, saw red dots

Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees

You can have a good time with G.O.D

[Hook]

The Morning Lyrics – Featuring: 2 Chainz, Common, CyHi Da Prince, D'Banj, Kid Cudi & Raekwon

Intro: [D'banj]

Stutterin'

Givin'em rest and makin' love again

In my best I be the run again

And I have the man dem stutterin'

[Hook: D'banj]

I'm getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefin just too long when

He see me in the evenin'

Want to catch all these feelin

Well let me be the first to get mine

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib

Sittin’and countin’, smoking a spliff, this shit’s a gift

All my niggas watches is rough

Grabbing our crotches yelling ‘’What up?’’

The jeans cost $500? Fuck

Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell it’s a statement

One freeze of this shit, you won’t feel your legs kid

I’m a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious

Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh

They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the cooks

I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push

Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers

Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block

Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap

Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props

Rock a kilt, mean Glock I’m all machinery, ock

Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Common]

I was born by a lake, chicken shack, and a church

That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt

Golly, I know she wanna test the ‘Rari

Eye on a dollar like Illuminati

Life is foggy, tryin’ to see through the mist of it

Could have been livin’ it, you was Mrs. Mischievous

This is just a letter to better your development

Situation delicate

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Some claim God body, blame Illuminati

All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair

Yeah

All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires

You clusterfucks could cluster up

On tippy-toe and still not muster up so its

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

In God we trust, the game is all us

Til’ the sky calls or its flames on us

Push

[Hook]

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]

2 Chainz

I’m chillin’ in my camo, flippin’ through the channel

On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo’s a Lambo (damn)

Four doors of ammo

Ammunition I’m pitchin’ to make your body switch another position

[Verse 5: CyHi da Prynce]

I hope the people is listening

I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening

Its tickelin’ when I hear what haters be whisperin’

What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?

Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain’t never flip the nickel in

Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car

But you can’t spell war without an A-R

15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart

By 21 they said I’d be inside a graveyard

Can’t wait to get that black American Express

So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card

[Break: D’banj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]

Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?

(You sold your soul)

Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?

(You sold your soul)

Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?

(Naw man, mad people was frontin’

Aw man, made something from nothing)

[Outro: Kanye West]

I treat the label like money from my shows

G.O.O.D. would’ve been God except I added more o’s

If I knew she was cheatin’ I’d still’ve bought her more clothes

‘Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know

Some people call that the art of war you know

I guess it depends what you fallin’ for

The clothes,cars, money, girls and the clothes

Aw money, you sold your soul

Nah man, mad people was frontin’

God damn, we made something from nothing

Cold Lyrics - Kanye West Featuring: DJ Khaled

 [Intro: DJ Khaled]

Kanye West!

(Swag King Cole)

DJ Khaled!

[Hook]

Can't a young nigga get money any more?

Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor

Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws

Come to meet me without no drawers?

[Verse 1]

Dinner with Anna Wintour, racing with Anja Rubik

I told you mahfuckas it was more than the music

In the projects one day, to Project Runway

We done heard all that loud-ass talking, we're used to it

I'm from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up

Might even kill somebody and YouTube it

To whoever think their words affect me is too stupid

And if you can do it better than me, then you do it!

We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute

Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!

Don't talk about style cause I embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

And the whole industry want to fuck your old chick

Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz

And I'll admit, I had fell in love with Kim

Around the same time she had fell in love with him

Well that's cool, baby girl, do ya thang

Lucky I ain't had Jay drop him from the team

La Familia, Roc Nation

We in the building, we still keep it basement

We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute

Six thousand dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news

Don't talk about style cause I'll embarrass you

Shut the fuck up when you talk to me 'fore I embarrass you

GOOD Music, we fresh, we fresh

Anything else, we detest, detest

Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts

All that said, let me ask this quest'

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Talking 'bout clothes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Hollering 'bout some hoes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you

Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)

(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu

Higher Lyrics - Pusha T Featuring: The Dream & Mase

 [Intro: The Dream]

Look at your money

Ooh momma, this could be you

On the right side of this drop

Ooh momma, throw it in reverse

I call that back it up and drop a

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Ohh, girl I think that she like

I got that shit that make niggas want fight

I got that shit that make bitches act right

Make bitches act out of spite, aiight

Ohh momma, I got that bomb

I got that shit make your ass go run

My shit, not make niggas get guns

But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?"

[Hook: The Dream]

She love it (She love it)

Every beat of the drum, she sprung

She say I make her wanna touch it

She love it (She love it)

She make me wanna touch it

I love it (I love it)

We buzzin', yeah

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Yeah, I've been known to chase 'em

Known to replace 'em

Shoe game outta this world, I outer space 'em

Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians

Maybe if she special enough, I'll glass case her

Get caught cheating and I gotta let you stick me up

Let you shop 'til you drop as a pick-me-up

Bergdorf bandit, Barney's for the burglary

But these bands lit the whole store like Hercules

Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads

Passports Pinot Noir in arm's reach

Paddle shiftin', push-button, no car keys

The pent houses are poolside with palm trees

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mase]

Uh, one-two one-two guess who back again

Uh, Harlem in this-what? Yeezy let Manhattan in

Get my mic right, turn my levels up

Get the light right, turn my bezel up

You either bounce on it, go 'head throw your mouth on it

So many ghosts in my garage they think my house haunted

Long as my buckle say Hermes, the rumors I'm not concerned with

They wanna garnish my earnings before I send it I burn it

You know them people too convinced that my money's gettin' rinsed

Her Louis seven inch, they TMZ me through my tint

I bumped into Loon he like, "Well, as-salamu alaykum"

You know I ain't Muslim my nigga, I'm about my bacon

The shot niggas takin' you'd think I'm rollin' 'round with Reagan

A Mexican landscape and come rake in what I'm makin'

Think you blew me up with your bougie butt

But you ain't slow me up, I'm on the charts, you move me up

I'm like a drug overlord, my jewelry's overboard

It's hard to believe dollar sign e-even know the Lord

Already wrote it off, so just ignore the cost

So when I'm rollin' off I'm showin' off with no remorse

Shamone!

[Hook]

[Outro: Cocaine 80s]

Bitch hold smoke longer

Choke hold so strong, broke your armor

Now you're wide open right?

You ain't even smokin' right

Bitch hold the smoke

Cough hope, Harpo

Gotcha knocked out, now you know you're smokin' loud

You're higher than a motherfucker

High in this bitch, high as a motherfucker

I'm high and this bitch fine as a motherfucker

I'm high as a motherfucker

I hear sirens, she dying in this motherfucker

Moment of silence for this motherfucker

I'm just higher than a motherfucker

I'm higher than a motherfucker

I'm higher than a mother

Bliss Lyrics - John Legend –Featuring: Teyana Taylor

 [Verse 1: Teyana Taylor]

Ooh baby, the day you stepped into my world

You noticed I'm the kind of girl who loves her diamonds and white pearls

So tempt me to jetset away in London

To sip on some tea, you surprise me with gifts from Tiffany

Ooh (La la la la la la la la)

I love the way we livin' boy

But my daddy say, "You don't need that boy"

So let's run away, let's run away

Momma say I'm too young for love

And lovin' you is all I'm thinkin' of

My heart tells me that you're the one

It's the feeling you give, it is

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]

Pure bliss

Like you've got the key to my heart

Simple as a touch and a kiss

Never knew a feeling like this

Pure bliss, pure bliss

Nobody can tear us apart

Baby it's as good as it gets

(Kiss kiss kiss kiss)

Loving you will never be hard

This is pure bliss

[Verse 2: John Legend]

I remember when the pilot closed the door

Said it's time for lift off

You said, "What'd you choose me for?"

Don't ever wonder

Cause you deserve the best

Once you reach the top

You'll never question why you left

My world is yours

What you waitin' for?

Let's run away

Let's run away

Our friends, say we're crazy

But we can't listen baby

They've never had it like this

They don't know what it is

[Hook: John Legend and Teyana Taylor]

Creepers Lyrics - Kid Cudi

 [Hook]

Yeah, I see you waitin' over there

See you jockin' over there

See you lookin' at my girl over here

Why you worried 'bout this girl over here?

Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare

Turn my head and hey

I see you waitin' over there

I see you jockin' over there

Thinkin' bout your own life

Why you talkin' 'bout the young, you dig?

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right

And they think they know and they think they know

They deal it for real

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right

And they think they know, and they think they know

They deal it for real

I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, yo

[Verse 1]

I don't love who I am so I'm workin' on a fix

I don't need a bitch trying to tear my mind on my grip

If I had one wish it'd be to have more wishes, duh

Fuck tryna make it rhyme throw them stones, with your bitch ass

Cutting me deep and even though I bleed I stand alone

Alone I'll be, heart of a lion still shining on your sucka ass

Workin', workin', workin', for inner peace

Fightin' for the freedom of my soul, I can hear the speech

Yeah I mumble while I'm trippin on so many pills

Hah, they figured that, they know I'm ill

[Hook]

Higher Lyrics - Pusha T Featuring: The Dream & Mase

 [Intro: The Dream]

Look at your money

Ooh momma, this could be you

On the right side of this drop

Ooh momma, throw it in reverse

I call that back it up and drop a

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Baby, baby baby, baby baby

Ohh, girl I think that she like

I got that shit that make niggas want fight

I got that shit that make bitches act right

Make bitches act out of spite, aiight

Ohh momma, I got that bomb

I got that shit make your ass go run

My shit, not make niggas get guns

But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?"

[Hook: The Dream]

She love it (She love it)

Every beat of the drum, she sprung

She say I make her wanna touch it

She love it (She love it)

She make me wanna touch it

I love it (I love it)

We buzzin', yeah

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker

Higher than a motherfucker, yeah

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Yeah, I've been known to chase 'em

Known to replace 'em

Shoe game outta this world, I outer space 'em

Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians

Maybe if she special enough, I'll glass case her

Get caught cheating and I gotta let you stick me up

Let you shop 'til you drop as a pick-me-up

Bergdorf bandit, Barney's for the burglary

But these bands lit the whole store like Hercules

Get raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads

Passports Pinot Noir in arm's reach

Paddle shiftin', push-button, no car keys

The pent houses are poolside with palm trees

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mase]

Uh, one-two one-two guess who back again

Uh, Harlem in this-what? Yeezy let Manhattan in

Get my mic right, turn my levels up

Get the light right, turn my bezel up

You either bounce on it, go 'head throw your mouth on it

So many ghosts in my garage they think my house haunted

Long as my buckle say Hermes, the rumors I'm not concerned with

They wanna garnish my earnings before I send it I burn it

You know them people too convinced that my money's gettin' rinsed

Her Louis seven inch, they TMZ me through my tint

I bumped into Loon he like, "Well, as-salamu alaykum"

You know I ain't Muslim my nigga, I'm about my bacon

The shot niggas takin' you'd think I'm rollin' 'round with Reagan

A Mexican landscape and come rake in what I'm makin'

Think you blew me up with your bougie butt

But you ain't slow me up, I'm on the charts, you move me up

I'm like a drug overlord, my jewelry's overboard

It's hard to believe dollar sign e-even know the Lord

Already wrote it off, so just ignore the cost

So when I'm rollin' off I'm showin' off with no remorse

Shamone!

[Hook]

[Outro: Cocaine 80s]

Bitch hold smoke longer

Choke hold so strong, broke your armor

Now you're wide open right?

You ain't even smokin' right

Bitch hold the smoke

Cough hope, Harpo

Gotcha knocked out, now you know you're smokin' loud

You're higher than a motherfucker

High in this bitch, high as a motherfucker

I'm high and this bitch fine as a motherfucker

I'm high as a motherfucker

I hear sirens, she dying in this motherfucker

Moment of silence for this motherfucker

I'm just higher than a motherfucker

I'm higher than a motherfucker

I'm higher than a mother