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Travis Scott - Watch (Audio) ft. Lil Uzi Vert, Kanye West
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Engineer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Because it's the last ride ever gonna, that I'm ever gonna take at AstroWorld
[Intro]
Whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy, you learned the hard way
Not with all the talking, turned it to a closed case
Look, pull up Sky-Dweller and it's vanilla
All white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The rose gold one better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the settin'
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 gaudy like heaven
Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, ****, you better check it (Yeah)
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
On the southside of town, gettin' me a bald fade (Yeah)
Pass her some stuff, we gettin' down in our take (We spendin')
No, can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (Laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? Like whoa
Yeah, they really want my soul (Yeah)
That can never go (Straight up)
Angel in the snow (White)
Always leave me cold (Ice)
Leave it on the floor
Ooh, she slidin' from the pole, like whoa
[Verse 3]
We gon' speed, you and ivory is all I need
I'll agree we gon' skip the tease, go bare like trees
It's stuck in heat, link up with the dogs and then we flee
Way this summer going, I might start my summer league
Every young **** get a check and get a team
Yeah, man's on the frontline 'cause man's on his deen (Yeah)
No small faces, it's just a AP beamin'
[Chorus]
Look at yo' 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
[Verse 4]
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 **** still wearin' durags
Huh, Israeli guards, boy, please be mindful
Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind filled
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my mine field
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, pharmacies 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, ****, 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
Written by: Jacques Webster, Jordan Timothy Jenks, Kanye Omari West, Symere Woods
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