LYRICS: [Refrain: Talmadge Armstrong] Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s- Slip off your dress, baby, so I can see [Verse 1: Kanye West] You just got work done, hit me when Church done This ain't big pharmacy but fuckin' Yeezy got Percs, huh? You do what you want now like you Lil Uzi Vert or some' She givin' me FaceTime, even when we in person I want you dressed up, so I can undress ya The money ain't small, but we still at the Webster She got some girlfriends, we fucked on the best one I got a confession, I'm on another run [Chorus: Kanye West & Talmadge Armstrong] (See) Ooh-wee Ooh-wee (So I can see) Ooh-wee Can see (So I can see) Ooh-wee Ooh-wee (So I can see) Ooh-wee [Refrain: Talmadge Armstrong] Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s- Slip off your dress, baby, so I can see See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists You might also like PROMOTION ¥$ & Future DO IT ¥$, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign LIFESTYLE ¥$ & Lil Wayne [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] Run it back for a real nigga, what? Punch her stomach when I'm all in her gut Dress her up like a supermodel Speakin' tongues like she touchin' bodies From the big city, she still got some dreams Suckin' biggest titties I done ever seen I'm a dog, told me, jump up like a leash Made her promises I know I'll never keep Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ain't got no problem with bougie, but I can't cuff her, that hoe too choosy, nah-nah You know what she want She want a nigga to spend all that money to cover the cost (Cover that cost) She gettin' calls from blocked numbers Her ex-nigga fumbled, I guess that's his loss I might just pick up the next time we fuckin' and tell her to make that shit talk Talk, uh-uh-uh-uh, oh-oh [Chorus: Kanye West & Talmadge Armstrong] (See) Ooh-wee Ooh-wee (So I can see) Ooh-wee Can see (So I can see) Ooh-wee Ooh-wee (So I can see) Ooh-wee [Verse 3: Kanye West] You know it's your home-girl party You gotta show up and fuck up the party You gotta show up and go up the hardest Throw on that outfit that show off the body You flew to an island and worked on your body You strict on the mind, you strict on the diet Got out that Audi, turned out to a Mozzy Professional thottie, make me feel like Gotti Then you feel like Chapo, I still feel like Pablo Killin' these bitches like Griselda Blanco But we on the westside, the gun in the Tahoe Jesus piece on me, watch out for Diablo We back outside, and you know that She got 'em cockin' like Kodak I'm not that nigga to go out with p-p-p-p-p-p-pew at your skull cap Put one in your head like epiphany My bitch she wanna spend Christmas at Tiffany's so bad She treat a nigga with no bag like I treat a bitch with no titties and no ass, sheesh [Chorus: Kanye West & Talmadge Armstrong] (See) Ooh-wee Ooh-wee (So I can see) Ooh-wee So I can see (So I can see) Ooh-wee Ooh-wee (So I can see) Ooh-wee [Outro: Talmadge Armstrong] Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s- Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s- Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s- Slip off your dress, baby, so I can s- [Delete Annotations] My bitch go ghost, because she sucked off me so bad
