[Intro:]
…because it's the last ride ever gonna that I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld.
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh,
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh!
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway,
Gettin bored with this money, count it all day.
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy, you learned the hard way,
Not with all the talkin, turned it to a closed case.
Look, bullets got duller, and it's vanilla,
All white, that Plain Jane, yeah!
The rose gold one better, hundred or better,
I took the money and flooded my bezel.
You diamond to rock, computed the settin,
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle,
I popped a molly to get on my level,
Rockin that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater.
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven,
Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11.
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah!
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh,
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh!
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway,
Gettin bored with this money, count it all day.
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin me a bald fade,
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take.
No, can't trust her, she gon leave us all laced.
Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase?
Like woah!
Yeah, they really want my soul, that can never go,
Angel in the snow, always leave me cold,
Leave it on the floor, but she's slidin from the pole
Like woah!
Really on speed, you and ivory is all I need,
All agreed, we gon skip the tees, go bare like trees,
It's stuck in heat, link up with the dawgs and then we flee.
Way this summer goin, I might start my summer league,
Every young nigga get a check and get a team,
Yeah, man's on the front line cause man's on his dean,
No small faces, it's just an AP beamin'.
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh,
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh!
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway,
Gettin bored with this money, count it all day.
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie,
Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie,
You should gon' hide it, man, it's too bad,
Like a bald nigga still wearin' du-rags, ha!
Israeli guards, boy, please be mindful,
Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind filled,
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld.
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield.
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills,
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos.
Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap,
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack.
One year it's Illuminati, next year it's the Sunken Place,
They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place.
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk. Guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch!
[Kylie Jenner:]
We got bust down Rollies, bust down Pateks and I told him I wanted him to bust down my new AP.