Busta Rhymes Ft Q-Tip, Lil Wayne & Kanye West – Thank You - Thank You | Текст песни

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[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Woo, welcome to the bank
Where you deposit Young Money and you get Cash Money
I'm Tunechi, the Boss
And live from the vault is Busta Buss

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Swag mania, pop that goes most
Carry the most beautiful bitches
With us, happily toast
Keep the faculty close
Gross when we give them a dose
Got them ODing, leaning in each coast
Scenery froze, take notes, Rock Rolls
Diamonds that fit in Chanel Minks in the winter
Who fucking with us
We coming to give them the shivers
Watery flows, spilling like rivers
Flooding the street, hoping niggas swimming is moving gorillas
King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up
Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
Please don't throw up
Hold your liquor, grow up
If you robbing niggas
We going to show you how to blow up
Thank your lucky stars
It's the Rap Czar, tuck your shit in
My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin
You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin
She gives in every time that I spin
Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall
We wade on, talk shit while we ball
So what's cracking with y'all

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Native New Yorker
And the slick talker featured in order
Call the reporter
Stepping like the British walkers
Legendary swag flu and see the influence, see how we do it
Get them into it steadily God, I'm stupid, so undisputed
Act fool, back tool, until they pop off
Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off
Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers
Bossing it up, maintaining composure, stand on the sofa
Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over
See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter
And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it
And count the money up proper, cause you can GET IT

[Interlude: Kanye West]
Yeah
It feel good, don't it, uh
It feel good, don't it, uh
Ay, I want to let y'all know, ay ay
I want to let y'all know, this Yeezy
And you listening to Q-Tip

[Verse 4: Q-Tip]
Settle up, stiletto up, saddle up and let's go
Good times, only difference, niggas making your dough
Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up
On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up
You dead and done rip up your paper, cause your status is none
Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge
You're just a single, cause you wouldn't engage
You turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goblets with us

[Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]
See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff, beat him the head
Boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof
Beat him in the head again, "stop killing me, Wolf", whop
Beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof
Oxy in me pulse
He don't want no problem with niggas
Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our livers
Dammit, we sinners when me and Abstract are together, see we deliver
She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers, dammit, we winners
Pillar of this rap shit, homie, they know
Kill everything until it's time for me to go
That's when I bomb it with a blow
And then I black and get a little bit dummy
The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me

[Verse 6: Q-Tip]
Incredibly we do it, and it resonates the music
I tune it, YouTube it, it could never ever be refuted
It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas
Bitches and ballerinas
Ballers and in-betweeners
Blatant non-believers and over-achievers
Kicking it in Pele Adidas
Drinking gallons and liters
All of you must reconcile a leader
She's begging to eat us, and her man's attitude defeated
But never a scandal
Because me and Bus we're prone to handle it, we're gentlemen

[Verse 7: Busta Rhymes]
Not to mention, we're veterans
Second, he need some medicine
Before I b