Gotta Have It
Turn my headphones up, louder
Hello, hello, hello, white America, assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yea they tryna break the marriage up
Who gon act phony, or who gone try to embarrass ya
I'mma need a day off, I think I call Ferris up
Bueller had a Mueller
But I switched it for a Miele cause I'm richer
And prior to this shit was moving free base
Had a conference with the DJs
Puerto Rico three days
Poli with the PD's now they got our shit on replay
Sorry I'm in pajamas but I just got off the P.J
And last party we had, they shut down Prive
Ain't that where the Heat play?
Niggas hate ballas these days
Ain't that like Lebron James?
Ain?'t that just like D. Wade? Wait
Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup
Wassup motherfucker where my money at?
You gonna make me come down to your house
Where your mommy at
Mummywrap the kids, have 'em cryin' for they mommy back
Dummy that your daddy is, tell 'em I just want my racks
Racks on racks on racks
Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs
Who in that?
Oh shit, it's just blacks on blacks on blacks
How you get it?
Nigga layin' raps on tracks
I wish I could give you this feelin'
I'm planking on a million
I'm riding through yo hood
You can bank I ain't got no ceiling
Made a left on Nostrand Ave., we in Bed Stuy
Made a right on 79th, I'm coming down South Shore Drive
I remain Chi-town
Brooklyn 'til I die
Autor(es): Kanye West / Shawn Carter