Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me bro
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote
I said it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin' that I'm
Sewing up the game, destroying life, they hate me for it
Eventually, see they can't beat then with me they join
Others sworn, under oath or banished, [bad word] scorned

You tell lies, get caught, [bad word] kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at, [bad word] wishin' they were this hot

Guess they mad at me huh, really [bad word] off
Better that than [bad word] on, I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones
Catch me in the end zone, high stepping, prime time
Thought you niggas been on, ain't no blocking my shine

Like my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the night time
I get rich off livin' life, check to check, reciting rhymes
So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in this right mind

Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me bro
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

You starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate
Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late
Your train left, mascara and egg smeared on your face

Night's over, goodbye ho, I thought that I told you
That spilled nut ain't nothin' to cry over
Never shoulda came within range of my Rover shoulda known I was trouble
Soon as I rolled up, any chick who's dumb enough that there I blindfold up

She [bad word] back to the crib, must want me to mess with her mind, hold up
She mistook me for some high-roller when I won't buy a soda
Unless it's rock and rye cola, Satan's cheaper
Buy you a bag of Fritos? I wouldn't let you eat the [bad word]  chip on my shoulder

If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for you
Tryin' to pull five bucks from me is like tryin' to pull five molars
You get your eye swoll' up, I'm on my straight grizzly
So why would I buy you a [bad word] [bad word] teddy bear, [bad word]  you're already bipolar

Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These preachers knew as soon as they saw me
It's never me they'll get the privilege to know

I roll like a desperado
And I don't ever know where I'm gonna go
Still, I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and it's all she wrote

The credit roller, curtain closer, movie over with
But don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this [bad word] Yeah, life is sure a [bad word] but she know I'm rich
That why she give me what I want and I just throw her [bad word] 
Here I go again, I kick this [bad word]  give a [bad word]  got it pouring in
Peso, euro, yeah, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gonna be broke again
See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
Never gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang

It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit
Yeah, I'm on another level , but you niggas still can get it
It's over 'fore you finish, sorry bro