Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
James Brown
James Brown
Sampled Artist
Otis Redding
Otis Redding
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Harry M. Woods
Harry M. Woods
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Jimmy Campbell
Jimmy Campbell
Songwriter
Reg Connelly
Reg Connelly
Songwriter
Kirk Robinson
Kirk Robinson
Songwriter
James Brown
James Brown
Songwriter
Joseph Roach
Joseph Roach
Songwriter
Roy Hammond
Roy Hammond
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
It makes it easier, easier to bear, yeah
You won't regret it, no, no
Some girls, they don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness, yeah
Squeeze, squeeze (Sounds so soulful, don't you agree?)
Squeeze, squeeze her
Don't tease her, never leave her (Uh)
[Verse 1]
I invented swag
Poppin' bottles, putting supermodels in the cab
Proof
I guess I got my swagger back
Truth
New watch alert, Hublots
Or the big-face Rollie, I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city, I maneuver slow
Cock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes
[Verse 2]
Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been?
**** talking real reckless, stuntmen
I adopted these ****, Phillip Drummond 'em
Now I'm 'bout to make them tuck their whole summer in
They say I'm crazy, but I'm 'bout to go dumb again
They ain't seen me 'cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up 'cause we in this bitch another 'gain
[Verse 3]
Photo-shoot fresh, looking like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live from the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya
Flee in the G450, I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
Uh, everything's for sale
Got five passports, I'm never going to jail
[Verse 4]
I made 'Jesus Walks', I'm never going to hell
Couture level flow is never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't accustomed to going through customs
You ain't been nowhere, huh?
And all the ladies in the house, got 'em showing off
I'm done, I'll hit you up mañana
[Verse 5]
Welcome to Havana
Smoking Cubana's with Castro in cabanas
Viva Mexico, Cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzs with no benefits
Not bad, huh, for some immigrants?
Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels
Can't you see we gettin' money up under you?
[Verse 6]
Can't you see the private jets flying over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read, "What would Hova do?"
Jay is chillin', Ye is chillin' (Huh, huh)
What more can I say? We killin' 'em
Hold up before we end this campaign
As you can see we done bodied the damn lames
Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne
[Outro]
Squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her
Squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her (Give it)
Squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her (Screamin')
Written by: Harry M. Woods, James Brown, James Campbell, Joseph Roach, Kanye West, Kirk Robinson, Reginald Connelly, Roy C. Hammond, Shawn Carter
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