[Hook: Charlie Wilson: x4]
I know you see me now right now.
[Beyoncé:]
I got my suit and tie
And I don't know if y'all know,
Well, maybe y'all do
Or maybe y'all don't,
But I don't really care.
It's how we on it all the time,
So I'mma get my money, let's go!
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Now, I'mma need you to kill the hypocrisy,
This is an aristocracy,
I'm Socrates, but my skin more chocolately.
What's up with who? That's old news.
I'm in a speedboat in my boat shoes,
Hah, I swear my whole collection's so cruise,
I might walk in Nobu with no shoes,
He just walked in Nobu like it was Whole Foods!
— That nigga crazy — I told you,
Immature adult, insecure asshole.
And if you fall on the concrete, that's your ass fault,
If you pass on a Kan beat, that's your last fault,
Get what you ask for, I swear that's your ass, so
She got a big booty but she couldn't drop that ass low
Till you take your last ho and rope up all the cash flow.
When you getting money, they be all up on your ass, yo,
When you getting money cops don't let a nigga pass.
Go straight to jail, yo, in a hellhole
Right next to Lucifer, tell 'em I say «hello»,
Ask him if I'mma be there soon and tell him, I said, “Hell, no!”
Yo, what you say when your people get out of jail, huh?
[Interlude:]
[Beyoncé:]
My niggas is home,
I guess I got everything,
Everything I want.
[Kanye West:]
Let's go shopping, dawg, let's celebrate!
[Beyoncé:]
But I don't, no matter how good it gets,
[Kanye West:]
Free Weezy, though!
[Beyoncé:]
It'll never be like before:
No women in the crowd
Screaming and it's loud,
Doing things not allowed.
And I swear it's going down right now.
[Kanye West:]
You know what it is.
[Beyoncé:]
I know one thing, my mama would be proud
And you see me looking up
'Cause I know she's looking down right now.
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Pour the champagne, let your watch show,
Shorty got a man watch, wrist look colossal.
I admit my first watch was a Fossil,
Now I'm in the Louvre looking for fossils,
Attention to detail is so uncanny,
And the whip's on the Sprewells, it's so un-Camry.
Somebody need to put us on camera,
The world of Rollies and everyone families.
Stay Jordan fresh, suits and Ferraris,
Cute, your shorty watch Barney, we at the Barneys.
End up at Armani, Giorgio, and service from Sergio,
The kinda Lamborghini the chain throw off the vertigo.
I know the flow just hit a hellified vertical,
This the Christ year, last year was Magic, thirty-two.
Lyrically, can't none of y'all murder ‘Ye
'Cause y'all raps ain't got no vertebrae.
I got style – ask June if she heard of me,
I killed the fur last Paris, raised the murder rate.
First of all, we all know the beats is
Like a mix between Fergie and Jesus,
Imagine the direction of this immaculate conception.
Every one of His Majesty's swim parties is pageantries,
Cannonball off the diving board when I am bored.
All my homies GD's, but I am lord,
Rap god, Greek mythology,
And this life too crazy to think logically,
Here's something that you could use in analogy
My life is like a child's illusions become reality.
[Beyoncé:]
Now go get my throne
'Cause I don't wanna stop.
I just go in my zone
And I'mma make it hot
Till it's time to go.
When it's time to go?
Where you trying to go?
You better act like you can see me.
[Kanye West:]
Rosewood!
I know you see me! [x3]
It's like I'm 3D! [x2]
[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Man, today I am the freshest in the world
But that's the obvious, damn, I look so sexy,
And you look like a pile of shit.
When I told my ex I loved her, she went and married another
And changed her whole name up,
You an old Yugoslavi chick.
Be successful, that's what they told me
So everything I do now I OD.
They say G.O.O.D. Music like the new Miami Heat,
Shit comparin' them to us, man, they gotta add Kobe.
Whodie, holy moley went from G-shockin' to Rolly,
From the D, coppin' in Beverly Hills, I'm Axel Foley.
Nah, nah, baby boy, you Jody, and the party they all know me
Yeah, I saw your ass in line, boy, you was lookin' like the old me.
Presidential suit, my girls Michelle in Chanel,
She gave me designer, uh, she keep it au natural,
I say it again, I'm chasin' cheese, dodgin' rat traps,
Chasin' pussy, you might end up with a Kat Stacks.
Nasty trick, you's a nasty chick,
Oooh! You know I like that nasty, shhh!
Got it, made it every way, gettin' paid everyday.
What, Sean sound like 'Ye protégé?
Nah, he sound like he a pro to me.
I know Kanye a jerk, how could you say that?
He rode me and my mama around in his Maybach.
What kind of jerk is that?
What kind of jerks is y'all?
Fuck it, if he a jerk, I bet you jerk him off!
Bet you take it off and chase him through the mall.
We workin' twice as hard so everything come in twos,
Double drinks, double girls.
We be gettin' paid like W-2's,
Rep westside throwin' up W's,
We love you Sean! I love you too!
[Outro: Kanye West]
Hey, feel like one of those old R. Kelly joints, right,
I bet they put me back on the cover of Ebony now,
I know Jet Magazine calling right now.
You looking good today, too
I like that.
You got your new suit on,
And she got the extra cute on.
I know you thinking, «This that Yeezy we all love».
I'm back, baby! We back, baby!
Uncle Charlie, by the way,
And I'mma let you finish, but I got Beyoncé on the track.
That's what it is.
Black excellence, baby, we the elite!
We the greatest in the world!