Extraterrestrial

(Chorus) [A layer of ethereal, atmospheric pads. The 808 becomes more melodic and pronounced. The vocals are now drenched in that signature melodic autotune, with stacked harmonies on the last word of each line] I get extraterrestrial checks, my money's out of this woooorld I got a UFO parked next to the phantom with the top unswiiirled And I ain't even gotta flex, I let the universe speeeak I'm on a whole 'nother wavelength, you can't get on my freeeak...-quency Extraterrestrial checks, my paper comes from the staaars I'm buyin' real estate on Jupiter and crashin' new caaars And I ain't even gotta stress, I live my life on repeeeat Another day, another million, man, my life is so sweeeet. (Verse 1) Uh, telekinetic with the rhetoric, I move the masses with my head and lips You're irrelevant, a skeleton, I got more green than gelatin The evidence is prevalent, my elegance is heaven-sent, your reverence is hesitant I'm a martian in a cardigan, pardon him, I'm parkin' the spaceship on your garden, gimme all the limbs Financial arsonist, I'm b*****g through the currency, currently makin' more than your whole firm makes annually Man, I do this manually, naturally, casually causing casualties Got the world in my palm, it's feelin' clammy, G Quiet on the set, 'cause the money's talkin' louder now My pockets lookin' like they swallowed a whole powder cloud I am the alpha male, you're the alphabet, I'm past the letter Z They sleepin' on me, I'm the monster that they'll never see Beneath the bed, I'm in your head, I'm everything you dread The baker, 'cause I'm getting to the bread, that's what I said (Yeah!) My mind is a weapon that fires metaphors I'm sittin' on a throne that's better than yours, forever more My flow is a disease with no known medicine before You're knockin' on the door? I own the whole damn floor (Chorus) I get extraterrestrial checks, my money's out of this woooorld I got a UFO parked next to the phantom with the top unswiiirled And I ain't even gotta flex, I let the universe speeeak I'm on a whole 'nother wavelength, you can't get on my freeeak...-quency Extraterrestrial checks, my paper comes from the staaars I'm buyin' real estate on Jupiter and crashin' new caaars And I ain't even gotta stress, I live my life on repeeeat Another day, another million, man, my life is so sweeeet. Outro They pray for my downfall... I just look down from the steeple... They say money is evil... then I'm the devil to you people... I walk on the b**t like it's water, a holy mirage... They wanna see me in a cage, I just bought a new garage... I am a star, not the kind that you see in the sky... I'm the kind that explodes when it's ready to die... but I'm immortal... (Chorus Ad-libs, fading out with heavy reverb and delay):