作词 : C. Young/G. Rudman Rambali/J. Harris/M. Barrow/M. Williams/R. Cubina/T. Boykin/T. Griffin Jr./Ye

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & DJ Pharris]

All eyes is on me

Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue

Don't cry for me

(This Chicago, nigga)

[Verse 1: Bump J & Lil Durk]

I don't have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures

Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over

Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert

Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster

New Ferrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster

I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt

We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first

I just got some head in a Ghost and I ghost her

Yeah-yeah, outta here, them boys tryna go for

I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her

I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"

Hottest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth

We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first

I put in my own work, better do your homework

I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring (Yeah)

What, you gon' charge that old man for that p***y? Girl, don't hurt me (Go)

Three gang leaders with me, all times

I don't know who I ****ed last night, I got Alzheimer's

I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'

Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine

Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness

How I'm anti-Semitic? I just ****ed a J****h b***h

I just ****ed Scooter's b***h and we ran up like Olympics

Got pregnant in the t*******e, so whose baby is it?

Whose baby is it?

My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches

This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions

This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches

[Verse 4: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]

She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace

With the trenches, precious, with the trenches

**** it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist

With the trenches, I've been livin' reckless

I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (With the trenches)

Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend

Boys, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Skip to the vert, tell the ho "No, I don't wanna ****"

She can suck-suck-suck it, 'til she suck it dry

California nigga with some European freaks

Bad-ass b***h from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me

Stick on me, even though I got security

Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously

Seems like it back tradin' in my Urus for the puro keys

Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah

Ayy, shoutout to my symphony, 9th Ave, spaced out

We beat that shit so differently and brilliantly

Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG

Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly

It ain't that deep, boot up my nigga, James Cool

My nigga, that's drugs, she snottin' that P out that D

She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh

She Russian, I beat up the p***y for Ukraine

Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change

Just like my exes, she told me that "You changed", yeah, yeah, yeah

Lotta them rappers be ****in' it up

Still screamin' "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"

**** the police, if we be hearin' the judge

Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug

Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do drugs

Can't be my main if we met in the club

[Outro: 2 Eleven]

Give me somethin', b***h, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Look it here, ho, I don't wanna ****

Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck

I'm shootin', game to light that

Give me somethin', b***h, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Look it here, ho, I don't wanna ****

Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck

I'm shootin', game to light that

Game to light that-

Game to light that-

Game to light that-

Game to light that-

Game to light th