Watch Lyrics - Kanye West

Because it's the last ride ever gonna, 

that I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld 

Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh 

That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh 

She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway 

Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day 

Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way 

Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case 

Look, bullets got duller, and it's vanilla 

All white, that Plain Jane, yeah 

The Rolls goin' better, hundred or better 

I took the money and flooded my bezel 

You diamond to rock, computed the setting 

VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle 

I popped a molly to get on my level 

Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater 

Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven 

Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11 

Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon? 

Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah 

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Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh 

That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh 

She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) 

Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day 

On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade (yeah) 

Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it's lit) 

No can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (laced) 

Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 

Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright) 

Yeah they really want my soul (yeah) 

That can never go (straight up) 

Angel in the snow (what?) 

Always leave me cold (iced) 

Leave it on the floor (what?) 

But she's slidin' from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah) 

Photos 

Put it on speed 

You and ivory is all I need (skrrt) 

All agree, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees) 

It's stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee 

Way this summer goin' I might start my summer leave 

Every young nigga get a check and get a team 

Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen 

No small faces, it's just an AP beamin' 

Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh 

That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh 

She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) 

Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day 

Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie 

Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie 

You should gon' hide it, man it's too bad 

Like a bald nigga still wearin' du-rags, ha 

Israeli guards, boy please be mindful 

Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind full 

I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld 

Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield 

Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills 

Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos 

Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap 

Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack 

One year it's Illuminati, next year it's the Sunken Place 

They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place 

I need someone else to make this drink, because 

You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio 

That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what? 

Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch 

We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies 

And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby