Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, ¥$ - FRIED

Oh-whoa, oh-whoa Oh-whoa, oh-whoa Oh-whoa I done had too many friends that died Sometimes, I can't believe I'm still alive She told you I ain't had it, but she lied Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried She givin' blowjobs and I applied She said she starvin', order her some fries Then I ate the breast, then the thighs Then I gave the rest to the guys You was typin' crazy, out your mind This is not a typo, we reply Now you spillin' Type-O, out your side Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm- Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried Pray on our enemies when we dine We just hope the feds take a bribe Only one gon' walk away when we collide 20 dollars, now that's fuckin' mine Ten bitches came with Dolla, they all dimes They offered blowjobs and I applied They all starvin', order them some fries Then I lick the breast, then the thighs Bitch, don't play with me, you know I'm- Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried Ooh, swervin' in the Lamb' off the lot Five percent the tint with no top They love me in my city like I'm Pac Remember when we used to window-shop? Now, I just whipped the Porsche to the mosque Ye copped me the chain with the cross Had to throw some hundos in the wash Baby, take a seat and take it off So much ice on me, I can't defrost Where them that was sayin' I fell off? Boy, don't play with me, you know I- Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried Oh-whoa, oh-whoa Oh-whoa, oh-whoa Oh-whoa, oh-whoa Oh-whoa, oh-whoa Oh-whoa, oh-whoa Oh-whoa, oh-whoa