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
[Timbaland:] Yeah, ever since I've been long gone, I traded in my senorita for a microphone, I hate the way you fell apart, girl, it's sad to see, Your life is good but me and you it's catastrophe, If I was unsuccessful, would you be satisfied, I need a paramedic girl, I'm feeling paralyzed, If I could choose, you will always be a friend to me, The more money I made you acting like my enemy, It's crazy, I can't help it if you feel ashamed, Lots of pressure will turn you into my diamond babe, How can something so familiar be so strange, Closest friends get estranged when the status change, Ahh, is it my mistake, Think that where I am and where you at, And my homeboy Larry Live Is the only one that had my back, You were the perfect girl, Now it seems we don't match, Is it the money? want me to give it back?
Let me get my ticket baby, let me get in line I can tell the way you like it, baby, super size Hold on, you got yours, let me get mine I ain't leavin' 'til they turn over the Closed sign
[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 beems 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 a boring dead man, 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
[Bridge: Swizz Beatz] 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
[Lil Wayne: ] Okay, hello it's the Martian, Space Jam Jordans I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target If I had one guess then I guess I'm just New Orleans And I will never stop like I'm runnin' from the cops Hop up in my car and told my chauffeur "to the top" Life is such a fucking roller coaster then it drops But what should I scream for? This is my theme park
[Kanye West:] Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building Ain't no question who about to kill 'em I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came And went hard, all fall like the ball teams Just so I can make it rain all spring Y'all seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you can call it statutory When a nigga blow up they gonna build statues for me Old money, Benjamin Button (what?) nothin' man Now super bad chicks givin' me McLovin' You would think I ran the world like Michelle's husband You would think these niggas know me when they really doesn't Like they was down with the old me, no you fuckin' wasn't Um, you're such a fuckin' loser He ain't even go to class, Bueller Trade the Grammy plaques, just to have my granny back Remember she had that bad hip like a fa