
DEAD (Demo) ¥$, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign (Ft. Future & Lil Durk)
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[Intro: Future]
Yeah
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
She dead now, shit over (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Future]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with thеse diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't bе playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smoke on a opp, now he ashes
Turnin' his children into bastards
Watchin' your bae and her best friend meet asses
Fuckin' with Ye, now they call me a fascist, huh
Go against me, the bro's crashin' out (Phew)
I got more cash than clout
Pullin' her hair and her lashes out
Walk out the bank and I laughed out loud
All these bands, think it's halftime
Money counter sounding like a flatline
Keep my bougie bitch up in the first class
While she's in the back drinking Patron
Roll up my seat 'cause I'm handsome
Whatever I'm singing, I stand on
I could make a star out a random
I'm pulling strings like a tampon
It's gon' be a bloody mess
Residency out in Vegas
Fountain blue, just left your woman wet
And we makin' money bags
From the state back to the jet
State to state, the money stretch
Dolla $ign international
Dead presidents, I'm cashing out
Yeah
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead
She dead now, shit over (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Future]
Fuckin' on a IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (Dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can't be playin' with thеse diamonds (Dead, dead)
I can't bе playin' with this money, no way (Dead, dead)
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smoke on a opp, now he ashes
Turnin' his children into bastards
Watchin' your bae and her best friend meet asses
Fuckin' with Ye, now they call me a fascist, huh
Go against me, the bro's crashin' out (Phew)
I got more cash than clout
Pullin' her hair and her lashes out
Walk out the bank and I laughed out loud
All these bands, think it's halftime
Money counter sounding like a flatline
Keep my bougie bitch up in the first class
While she's in the back drinking Patron
Roll up my seat 'cause I'm handsome
Whatever I'm singing, I stand on
I could make a star out a random
I'm pulling strings like a tampon
It's gon' be a bloody mess
Residency out in Vegas
Fountain blue, just left your woman wet
And we makin' money bags
From the state back to the jet
State to state, the money stretch
Dolla $ign international
Dead presidents, I'm cashing out
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