[Part I]
[Pre-Chorus: R. Kelly]
Let me see you put your middle fingers up
To the world, I made up in my mind (Ohh)
I'm doin' things my way, I'm burnin' shit down tonight
I'm doin' things my way (Ohh)
It's my way or the highway, let me say it one more time
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Middle fingers up to the world, to the world
To the wor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-orld
To the world, to the world
To the wor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-orld
Let me see you put your middle fingers up!
Middle fingers up!
[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
Motherfucker, deuces minus one
Middle finger to the sky tonight (Ay, ay, ay)
The whole world is a couch
Bitch, I'm Rick James tonight (I don't give a fuck)
Throw it up (ay), throw it up (ay), 'cause you can't take it with you
Funny how they wait 'til you gone just to miss you
To thе world (ay) to the world (ay), then I'm on my Sinatra
I'm doing it my way, let's takе it a notch up
Take it u-u-u-up
[Pre-Chorus: R. Kelly]
Let me see you put your middle fingers up!
To the world, I made up in my mind (Ohh)
Doing things my way, I'm burning shit down tonight
I'm doing things my way (Ohh)
It's my way or the highway, let me say it one more time
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Middle fingers up to the world, to the world
To the wor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-orld
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Mmm, ain't this some shit? Pulled up in the A-V-entador
And the doors, raise up like praise the Lord
Did the fashion show, and a tour, this the movie and the score
This a ghetto opera, Francis Foreign Car Coppola
I need a new crib to hold my plaques, Rick Ross had told me that
Said I be all up in Goldman Sachs
Like "These niggas tryna hold me back! These niggas tryna hold me back!"
I'm just tryna protect my stacks
Mitt Romney don't pay no tax, Mitt Romney don't pay no tax
Chi-Town 'til I'm on my back, Chi-Town 'til I'm on my back
Only nigga in Beverly Hills, where the hell is Axel Foley at?
"Ease up there, baby boy" – Ving Rhames told Jody that
R. Kelly and the God of rap, shitting on you, holy crap
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Let me see you put your middle fingers up!
To the world, to the world
To the wor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-orld
To the world, to the world
To the wor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-orld
Let me see you put your middle fingers up!
[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]
I could give it all up, but it's not enough
Ay ay, here you go, my middle finger
To the world, to the world, from the ground to the moon
Hills to the mountains, yeah, hands to the roof
Give it up, give it up, won't let you deny me
Makin' you love me, makin' you love me
[Part II]
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Fuck the world!
Anybody who ain’t tell you you was beautiful today need their ass beat
As we proceed, Island breeze, light the weed
I couldn’t find the words on how I feel
But what I lacked in skill I made up for in real
Time, the most precious thing a man could give
Because what she givin' back is why that man can live
We need to take a break, minus the screech, oh
Find a resort, what? Private beach, ooh
Pina colada sippin', by the sunset
My mission is to find every position, we ain't done yet (Done yet)
You getting louder than a two year old drum set
That's a mean gift, you work a mean stick
You’re like a phoenix, you could be my Phoenix
Just rub your hands all over my V-neck
Swag, swag on Mach 5
Pac, 'cause don't it feel like Pac alive?
Feel my apocalypse, feel like I could just
Touch heaven with a Goddess in my fingertips
And I’m just trying to kiss every single lip
Hey Yeezy, what’s your next single is?
That D'banj causing hysteria
Soon as we hop of the plane in Nigeria
[Outro: Kanye West]
World in my hands, I ain't gotta loose grip
World in my hands, I ain't gotta loose grip
World in my hands, I ain't gotta loose grip