Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Keyboards
Vincent "Biggs" James
Vincent "Biggs" James
Bass Guitar
Mountain
Mountain
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Dominick 'Nottz' Lamb
Dominick 'Nottz' Lamb
Songwriter
Norman Landsberg
Norman Landsberg
Songwriter
Felix Pappalardi
Felix Pappalardi
Songwriter
Dominick Lamb
Dominick Lamb
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
John Elis Ventura
John Elis Ventura
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Palazzole
Anthony Palazzole
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andy Marcinkowski
Andy Marcinkowski
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dominick 'Nottz' Lamb
Dominick 'Nottz' Lamb
Producer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
D Sloan
D Sloan
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

It's what you all been waiting for, ain't it? What people pay paper for, damn it They can't stand it, they want something new So let's get reacquainted became the hood favorite I can't even explain it, I surprise myself too Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh shit on With something crazy on my arm, uh-uh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds We outta here, baby We outta here, baby We outta here, baby Dude! Fresh off the plane, Konnichiwa, bitches Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot Ask for it, I did it, that asshole done did it Talked it then he lived it, spit it then he shit it I don't need writers, I might bounce ideas But only I could come up with some shit like this I done played the underdog my whole career I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year? They say, "He going crazy and we seen this before" But I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go And I'm doing pretty hood in my pink polo Nigga, please, how you gonna say I ain't no Lo-head? 'Cause my Dior got me more model head I'm insulted, you should go 'head And bow so hard until your knees hit your forehead And the flow just hit code red Top five MCs, you ain't gotta remind me Top five MCs, you gotta rewind me I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me But my head's so big, you can't sit behind me Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh shit on With something crazy on my arm, uh-uh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds Yeah, yeah, we outta here baby What? What? We outta here, baby Ayy, Mr. West, we so outta here baby And me, I'm Mr. Weezy Baby I'm so bright, not shady My teeth and my ice so white like Shady Ice in my teeth so refrigerated I'm so fucking good like I'm sleeping with Meagan I'm all about my Franklins, Lincolns and Reagans Whenever they make them, I shall hayve them Oops, I meant "have them," I'm so crazy But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with daisies I'm such a hay-vic, oops I meant "havoc" And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit And I'm still col' like Keyshia's family Stove on my waist turn beef to patties And I ate it 'cause I'm so avid (no homo) And I don't front, and I don't go backwards And I don't practice, and I don't lack shit And you can get buried, suck my bat, bitch We outta here, baby We outta here, baby We outta here, baby (Swag at a hundred and climbing, baby, yeah) Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh shit on With something crazy on my arm, uh-uh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds
Writer(s): Felix Pappalardi, Dwayne Carter, Leslie A. Weinstein, Norman Landsberg, Kanye Omari West, Dominick Lamb, Mike Dean, John Elis Ventura Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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