Feel [bad word] in the air
Hear the screams from everywhere
I’m addicted to the the thrill
It’s a dangerous love affair
Can’t be scaring nickels down
Got a problem, tell me show
Only thing that’s on my mind
Is who [bad word] this town tonight

We are, yeah, I said it, we are
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Get y’all fatigues on, all black everything
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
And our girls are blackbirds, riding with they Dillingers
I get more in-depth if you boys really real enough
This is La Familia, I’ll explain later
But for now, let me get back to this paper
I’m a couple bands down and I’m tryna get back
I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah, I’m talking [bad word] six zeroes dot zero ?
Back [bad word] circles ’round niggas, now we squared up
Hold up

We are, yeah, I said it, we are
You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar
Please follow the leader, so Eric we are
Microphone fiend, it’s the return of the God, peace God
And ain’t nobody fresher
I’m in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela
On the table, screaming [bad word] the other side, they jealous
We got a bankhead full of broads, they got a table full of fellas
And they ain’t spendin’ no cake
They should throw they hand in, ’cause they ain’t got no spades
My whole team got dough
So my bankhead is lookin’ like Millionaires’ Row

Feel [bad word] in the air
Hear the screams from everywhere
I’m addicted to the the thrill
It’s a dangerous love affair
Victory’s within the mile
Almost there, don’t give up now
Only thing that’s on my mind
Is who [bad word] this town tonight

Who [bad word] this town tonight?