[Intro: Swizz Beatz] If you got a whip outside right now (right now) And you really about that life Put your keys in the air right now, damn!
[Hook] That Louie, my cologne when I’m ridin’ in that Lambo Assault rifles in the back like Rambo Ridin’ in that Lambo, ridin’ in that Lambo Assault rifles in the back like Rambo Oh my God I’m in this ho Oh my God I’m in this ho Oh my God I’m, oh my God I’m Oh my God I’m in this ho In this ho, I’m in this ho Oh my God I’m in this ho Oh my God I’m, oh my God I’m Oh my God I’m in this ho (wait a minute) That Louie my cologne when I’m ridin’ in that Lambo Assault rifles in the back like Rambo (Talk to ‘em Pusha)
[Verse 1: Pusha T] Woah, I’m pullin’ up in that shit (damn) Four fifty eight on that bitch Doors liftin’ up on that shit Ho, you see the shit on my wrist? Oh my God I’m in this ho, oh my God I’m in this ho Yeah I’m fuckin’ that centerfold Fuck you all in my business for? You ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ dough You ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ more Lakers Heat, camera seats That’s the difference between rich and poor Recognize I jeopardize that top spot and they testify They ate first and I’m next in line We back to back and he pass baton I point my chest at that finish line This art money, this renaissance My chain heavy, it’s winning time See all colors, this Benetton
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[Verse 2: Swizz Beatz] Vroom, vroom, I ride around like this Swizz, I’m back up on my shit Haters, got to suck the dick Agh, y’all can get them clips I’m ridin’ ’round in that Countach Candy paint on that Countach White seats on that Countach Have you ever seen a Countach? Red farm I’m in red action Came back I’m like Michael Jackson Woo! Michael Jackson Wait a minute, let me slow it down For you dumb niggas that slower down Damn, damn, I just crashed it But I’m ’bout to get another one you little bastards