Feedback Lyrics - The Life Of Pablo - Kanye West

Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? 

Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? 

Wake up, nigga, wake up 

We bout to get this paper 

Money never made me 

Make me do something? Nah, can't make me 

Even if the money low, can't pay me 

Even if the money low, can't play me 

Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? 

Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? 

Wake up, nigga, wake up 

We bout to get this paper 

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Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler 

Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder 

Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us 

Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us 

I've been outta my mind a long time 

I've been outta my mind a long time 

I've been saying how I feel at the wrong time 

Might not come when you want but I'm on time 

Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? 

Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? 

Wake up, nigga, wake up 

We 'bout to get this paper 

I can't let these people play me 

Name one genius that ain't crazy 

Follow our father 

You borrow our motto 

I'm a Chicago south sider 

I'm a Chicago south sider 

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Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? 

Y'all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze? 

Wake up, nigga, wake up 

It's time to get the paper 

I've been outta my mind a long time 

I've been outta my mind a long time 

I know, I know, I shouldn't even bother 

With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers 

Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume 

PETA's mad cause I made a jacket outta possum 

Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin 

Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton 

If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman 

Man, Jay, they don't really want no problems 

Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in 

Driving in the same uh that they killed Pac in 

Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us 

Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us 

Hold on, hold on, hold on 

Wait a second, everybody here, I'm the ghetto Oprah 

You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur! 

You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!