[Intro: Kanye West] What you gon do? It’s G.O.O.D. Music and G-Unit Ugh, Banks, Loso
[Hook: Swizz Beatz] Ladies and gentlemen You know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick You want a problem Start it up (vroom vroom) Start it up (vroom vroom) Start it up (vroom vroom) Wait a minute
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Big blue, hot and sandy shoe Cotton candy coupe Hard knock, orphan Annie loop Off the stoop Play with me, see what the swammy do My canary shoe High beams pointed right at you, peek-a-boo Benji paper made me hater-proof All your thing reduce Menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose Kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble goose Thousand kicks couple hundred boots getting fucking loot My top down, I’m flashing on em I’m passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em The ratchets on ‘em, pay my dues, now it’s back to ballin' Your raps are boring dead men, I dip the casket for em I’m back performing, I bag em Break their back, don’t call em Look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning Cash is pourin’ Stunt stormin, got these bitches soaked Camera phones capture everything that pictures don't
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[Verse 2: Kanye West] We keep these G’s in an alloy safe And stash the weed in an Altoids case They say good things come to those who wait So I’mma be at least about a hour late I’m so fresh bitch I should be arrested New Cody Chesnutt with my nuts on your chest bitch She said “hey ‘Ye” I said “Yes, bitch” "Damn I’m only asking you a question" I met this milf at the allstar getting action A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson Told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs And her booty is why God invented my balls I’m a rockstar, huh, start it up Start it up, huh, start it up So popular you should get a shot of us Niggas don’t take shots at us that is only obvious The first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it Ain't nobody fucking with me, I Platonic’d it Bet I got some slippers on, bet niggas gon' honor it These ain't even real clothes homie I’m pajama rich Banks told me homie go switch the style up These bitches on me homie only to arouse us Told her I ain't paying tonight I’m only browsing She pulled her blouse up, said “It’s free”, I said WOWZERS!
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[Bridge: Swizz Beatz] Ninja Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley Rock the party Move your body Wassup, wassup Everybody Start it up (vroom, vroom) Start it up (vroom, vroom) Start it up (vroom, vroom) Start it up (vroom, vroom) Start it up (vroom, vroom) Wait a minute
[Ryan Leslie] Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeah
[Verse 3: Fabolous] Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate Money generated, if we ain't in the house, renovate! Tryna eat, we ain't finna wait Where’s the dinner plates? BMW, 10 to 8, Interstate 95, passenger Baddest bitch in the states, half Spanish half Trinidad Complexion Henny straight Y’all ain't got your business straight, track star, finna state Time is money and I can’t afford to be a minute late It’s time to make a movie let the haters watch Diamonds spinning round the bezel that's tornado watch My independent chick, I like my ladies Koch She got an appetite for dick, I guess her plate's my crotch Y'all soft as tater tot, little niggas try me not Under the wings, fried rice at the Chinese spot I hear ‘em talking it but ain't really living it Opinions are like assholes so who gives a shit