Hey do you have any black inside you? Would you like some? (Like some?) Ha, you know you got a right to do whatever you like to Don C, we got the right one, that right one In the club, always the flyest Always got her hands the highest She stopped drinking Diet Coke She on that coke diet She bat, she bat her eyelids That girl is so wired I know she so tired, but ooh, she on fire Hundred dollar bill, look at you, look at you A hundred dollar bills, this ain't new, this ain't new From that Paris, Lindsay, Britney, Mary-Kate and Whitney People say that they clean, motherfucker don't bullshit me
[Hook] All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom All the girls standing in the (all the girls standing in the) All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
[Verse 2 - Pharrell] You left your nigga home You said you at your sister's You and your girlfriends' wrong You in here taking pictures You ain't gotta tell us You spending daddy's cash Your girlfriend's jealous You got the fattest ass One down to pee, one trying to leave It's hot as fuck but you just dying to ski It's clear as black and white, like a fat panda Your brain is Magic City Your nose is Atlanta I said think about your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR You like "Hey Pharrell, I ain't trying to kill your mood But I can do the Star Trak sign; see? Killa dude"
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[Verse 3 - Lupe Fiasco] Now she got high hopes Just to say hi to us She want the high life She like them higher ups She know we high rolling She know it's high stakes That's why she high speeding, out on that highway She say she high maintenance She say she high fashion She say she high priced I think she high cap'n She had her high heels, I had my high tops Sipping a Hi-C, eating a Hydrox I asked her how it feel up on this high rise She said this high score, this was the highlight She got her hi-Pod bumpin' her hi-Tunes This higher education; welcome to high school
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[Verse 4 - Pusha T] Like I got a crown made of powder Everybody knows who the king of the coke flow be All I hear is "oh, key" every line is "oh, key" All you rappers okey-dokey Nigga, you don't paint pictures I paint Murakamis on you niggas And Daimer Speedy Bag, bitches Buy and sell, I can accommodate your clientele Shamu weight, motherfucker, breaks your scales P to the usha, with a name like that, what you look for More or less like P with the hook up Hit me on the bat phone if you want it cooked up Ride with me, as I'm switching lane to lane In my Play Cloths as I'm gripping grain In a hail of bullets how I write my name Whether soft or hard, motherfucker, 'caine is 'caine