I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

Yogi said get em so I got 'em all

And turned this shit into a burial!

Lookin' from the top floor, what would I stop for?

Still hear the crowd cheers, while I'm thinkin' encore

Flyin' on a Concorde, linstening to Tom Ford

Frames match the song title, flyer than a Condor

Little niggas rhyme poor, poverty flows in ya

Part of beatin' hoes in, I am who you're tryin' for?

I think not - Pusha, stay hot

The coupe's got no roofs, forever they stay drop shit

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

Yogi said get em so I got 'em all (Yuugh!)

And turned this shit into a burial!