VULTURES - ¥$/Ye/Ty Dolla $ign

Lyrics by：YE/Tyrone W. Griffin Jr.

Composed by：YE/Tyrone W. Griffin Jr.

Produced by：YE/Tyrone W. Griffin Jr.

All eyes is on me

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

Don't cry for me

This Chicago nigga

I want some Juice

I don't have no rapper friends I hang wit' The Vultures

Big-a*s 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

LaFerrari 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 then I ghost her

Yeah yeah out of here your boyfriend a gopher

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

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

Hardest 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

Go go

What you gon' charge that old man for that p***y

Girl don't hurt me

Iced out all my scammer h*es boost all they insurance up

Iced out all my ghetto h*es who turned into influencers

Smurkio **** that ***** and leave I don't care who she ****

Best **** out her closet it's hot as hell she got on Yeezy UGGS

I got moes with me Bump out the feds mean I got foes with me

You got goofies with you before I do that I keep some h*es with me

Askin' for my gun when I'm in Cali' nigga this your city

Why you DM'in' my ***** actin' like we ****

These h*es below-semi

Street niggas want ramen I don't like calamari

Took her out that cheap **** took her to Bvlgari

Never tell her "Sorry" this car a Ferrari

Offset with this Cuban link

You think she was Cardi go

This Chicago nigga go

Three gang leaders with me all times

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

I don't know who them h*es is man they all lyin'

Brody tell me who them h*es is man they all fine

Huntin' hooligans and we with the foolishness

How I'm anti-Semitic

I just ****** a Jewish *****

I just ****** Scooter's ***** and we ran her like Olympics

Got pregnant in the threesome so whose baby is it

Whose baby is it

My niggas puttin' belt to a*s 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

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

Chordz I need you to give me somethin' big

I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Skinny pants flow 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-a*s ***** 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

Soon as I get 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 did that **** so differently and brilliantly

Dolla $ign Iggy and we birth YG

Fades in the backyard no talkin' take flight instantly

Ayy Nate 3D boot up my nigga James Koo

My nigga that's *.*.*.*.*

She snortin' that P out the 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

Dolla'd done rather be ******* it up

Still screamin' "Free TC Melly and Thug"

**** the police the DA and the judge

Way out in Saudi I found me a plug

Don't wanna go out she'd rather do d**gs

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

Give me somethin' ***** 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' ***** 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 that