[Intro: DJ Khaled & Lil Durk]
We the Best Music (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Another one (Yeah-yeah, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm)
DJ Khaled
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
He a bitch, he runnin', he screamin' for help, we gon' get him as soon as he tired (Yeah)
I seen bitches get over they feelings for niggas some hours after he died
Half the city be bap, the niggas who rap be cap, the niggas be lyin'
I told bro'nem, "On foenem (Yeah), the feds bе watchin' the live" (Foenеm)
And I'm pushin' P, beefin' with my Drac', I'm Pusha T
I go to Phlavz when I'm in Chicago, my brother the owner, I'm eatin' for free
I brought a million in cash around, so stop tellin' niggas you bigger than me (Bigger than me)
I'm gettin' money, he gettin' money, feel like Big Meech and Southwest T (Man, what?)
I'm with Khaled Khaled, throw your hood up, bitch, you 'bout it, 'bout it (Throw your hood up)
Need that 'Rari truck, put me on that list, I gotta have it
And I wanna see Cardi and Nicki (What else?)
In the city, I ride with my blicky (What else?)
How you mad she be poppin' her titties? (What else?)
How you mad I pop prescription? (What else?)
How you mad I'm on the block with gremlins? (What else?)
War time, don't sit by the window (What else?)
This a Patek, this not a Cartier, time is different
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch, Lil Durk & DJ Khaled]
Man, what? (Man, what? Man, what?)
Keep goin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
This a wide body, these ain't stocks, though
He ain't 'bout it, 'bout it, where your chop' go?
In a opp party, you did not go
He spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' on repeat
He spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', can't even breathe, ayy
We on the streets, better call on G-O-D, ayy
This a wide body, these ain't stocks though
He ain't 'bout it, 'bout it, where your chop' go?
In a opp party, you did not go
He spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' on repeat
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
They want him the same. They want him to change
What's your position in game?
Uh, they giving me dairy that's killing my body
We are aliens. We all is exotic
They didn't brought us over as fucking product
Ain't no motherfucking "ifs."
Nigga, we got the gift
Ain't no motherfucking "downs."
Nigga, we gonna stay lit
Nigga ain't no fucking "maybes."
Motherfucker, I'm not crazy
These niggas drove us crazy
Made us dumb, deaf, and lazy
Dumb sound going brazy
What y'all need is Yeezy. Uh, what y'all need is yayo
Uh, what y'all love the yay for? Uh, did you get what you came for?
Uh, y'all niggas, what I made for? Uh, I'm a sign what you stay for
Yeah, this universe is infinite
They use money as an instrument
They got us playing and pimping it
NBA hot price slaves
All these niggas Hollywood
Acting, they ain't living good
They ain't living like we really should
This ain't our fucking country
Want some? We could buy it though
Sun shine, keep it quiet though
On some, what we mad for?
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch, Lil Durk & DJ Khaled]
Man, what? (Man, what? Man, what?)
Keep goin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
This a wide body, these ain't stocks, though
He ain't 'bout it, 'bout it, where your chop' go?
In a opp party, you did not go
He spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' on repeat
He spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', can't even breathe, ayy
We on the streets, better call on G-O-D, ayy
This a wide body, these ain't stocks though
He ain't 'bout it, 'bout it, where your chop' go?
In a opp party, you did not go
He spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' on repeat