[Verse 1: Kanye West]

Yeezy season approaching

Fuck whatever y’all been hearing

Fuck what, fuck whatever y’all been wearing

I’m about to come alive again

Soon as I pull up and park the Benz

We get this bitch shaking like Parkinsons

Take my number and lock it in

Indian hair, no moccasins

It’s too many hoes in this house of sin

Real niggas back in the house again

Black Timbs all on your couch again

Black dick all in your spouse again

And I know she like chocolate men

She got road niggas off, then popped and ran

Onsite