[Chorus: Kanye West]
Junya Watanabe on my Wrist
Junya Watanabe on my Wrist
Tell ’em this, did he miss? (Wrist)
Junya Watanabe on my- mmh
I can’t really see, what did I miss? (Mmh, mmh)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Ex-strippers (Mmh, mmh), new killers (Mmh, mmh)
Chi’ niggas tell ’em (Mmh, mmh), this on Donda (Mmh, mmh)
On my mama (Mmh, mmh), made a promise (Mmh)

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Junya Watanabe on my Wrist
Junya Watanabe on my Wrist
Tell ’em this, did he miss? (Wrist)
Junya Watanabe on my- mmh
I can’t really see, what did I miss? (Mmh)
Junya Watanabe on my Wrist (Mmh, mmh)
Junya Watanabe on my—

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
All summer (Mmh, mmh), all summer (Mmh, mmh)
Four-five gunners (Mmh, mmh), in pajamas (Mmh, mmh)
They piranhas (Mmh, mmh)
Buy out the store and now it’s like we planned it
[Chorus: Kanye West]
Junya Watanabe on my Wrist
Junya Watanabe on my Wrist
Tell ’em this, did he miss? (Wrist)
Junya Watanabe on my- mmh
I can’t really see, what did I miss? (Mmh)
Junya Watanabe on my Wrist

[Post-Chorus: Playboi Carti & Kanye West]
Four five summers, uh, uh (Mmh, mmh)
Four five summers, uh, uh (Watanabe on my Wrist)

Four five summers, uh, uh (Mmh, mmh)
Four five summers, uh, uh (Mmh, Watanabe on my Wrist)
We took over, uh, uh (Mmh, mmh)
We took over, uh (Mmh, Watanabe on my Wrist)
We took over, uh (Mmh, mmh)
We took over, uh (Mmh, mmh)

[Verse 3: Kanye West & Playboi Carti]
Born in Atlanta, mmh, mmh (Mmh, mmh)
Not Montana, mmh (Mmh, mmh)
‘Scuse my manners (Mmh, mmh)
I got standards (Mmh, mmh)
See more comments (Mmh, mmh)
Than I see commas (Mmh, mmh)
They going dummy (Mmh, mmh)
We going Donda (Junya Watanabe on my Wrist, mmh, mmh)
Let me be honest (Mmh, mmh)
Let me be honest (Mmh, mmh, shyeah)
I’m one with the bucks, boy (Mmh, mmh)
Let me Giannis (Mmh, mmh, shyeah)
I’m one with the bucks, boy (Mm, mm)
Spirit is on us (Mmh, mmh)
Spirit is on us (Mmh, mmh)
God’s time can’t fit on a wrist
Junya wanna have me on my Wrist (Wrist, wrist, wrist)
Move out of the way of my release (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tryna get me off my Qs and Ps (Yuh, yeah, beam)
Why can’t losers never lose in peace? (What? Yeah, yeah, what?)
Be quiet or forever hold your peace (What?)
Better find God ‘fore he find me (What?)
Tell the Devil good night, go to sleep