[Intro: Kanye West]

Hello, can I speak to, uh..
Yeah, you know who you are, look
 You had no idea what ya dealing with
 Something on some of this realest [bad word]  Pop champagne, I'll give you a sip
 'Bout to go dumb: [bad word] 
 Yeah that's my [bad word]  that's my [bad word]  Shorty right there? That's my [bad word] 
[Hook: Elly Jackson]
 I've been waiting for a long long time
 Just to get off and throw my hands up high
 And live my life and live my life
 Just to get off and throw my hands up high

 [Verse 1: Kanye West]
I paid for them [bad word]  get your own
It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne
She say I care more about them basquions
 Basquiats, she learning a new word, it's yacht
Blew the world up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me I fell in love with her
 Seen by actors, ball players and [bad word] dealers
 And some lesbians that never loved niggas
Twisted love story [bad word] Romance
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
 I'm a freak, huh, rock star life
The second girl with us, that's our wife
 Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
 Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle
No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle
 But my [bad word] worth money I put Monie in the middle

 [Hook]

[Bridge: Justin Vernon]
Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning, I'm yearnin'
 Do you really think I give a [bad word] 'bout that potion, stop motion, ooh, yeah

 [Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Go harder than a [bad word] for a [bad word] go figure
Told me "keep my own money" if we ever did split up
How can somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?
With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
 Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her
That's right [bad word] Mona Lisa can't fade her
 I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice
 But why all the pretty icons always all white?
Put some colored girls in the MoMA
Half these broads ain’t got nothing on Willona
Don’t make me bring Thelma in it
Bring Halle, bring Penélope and Salma in it
Back to my Beyoncés
You deserve three stacks, word to Andre
Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums
You belong in vintage clothes [bad word] the whole building
You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing
You too dope for any of those civilians
Now shoo children, stop looking at her [bad word] Get ya own dog, ya heard? That's my [bad word] 
 [Hook]