[Intro: Kanye West]
Bang. Let it bang
Yeah. Let it bang
Uh-uh-uh, yeah
Hey. Uh
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I ain't tryin' to stress my wealth
But sometimes, I gotta American Express myself, haha
When the pastor asked me why I'm flashy
Well, sometimes I gotta bless myself
I see you shining, shining like a mirror ball
Why when we're abroad we don't never hear of y'all?
You local, retard. I'm the king of the world
So the king of your city by default
Niggas pullin' out cash in wads
My pants kinda tight, only fit a credit card, but
Please, don't get to spazzin' on 'em
Really Doe got a different type of plastic on him
And all my niggas is big tippers
Why? A little rain never hurt no strippers, and
It ain't like I can't get along with you
But I need you to get along while I get richer
Speakin' of richer, you talkin' bout prior
Let's talk about now and the future, which I am
All star, ah. Super Bowl shuffle
Suicide door, ah. Big world tourer
I am the menorah of this new era
And, uh, you are? Dawg, whatever
Got to excuse the cockiness
But only an asshole can give you this much shit
[Chorus: Really Doe & Kanye West]
Don't make me swipe my card (Damn. Damn)
Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card (Uh-huh-huh)
I know you star, stuntin' for these (uh) broads
Nigga, don't make me swipe my card
Peep the ice game. What the fuck? Are you a retard? (Uh-huh-huh. Damn)
Don't make me swipe my card
Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card
Nigga, don't make me swipe my card
[Verse 2: Really Doe]
Snow flurries? Nah, nigga bring the thunder
Bank account look like social security numbers
I fast yesterday, now you feel my hunger
Why you grillin' the Hummer? [?] wonder
I'm on top and you're so far under
Dodgin' piranhas, swimmin' with them fish
Chicken, Salmon; yeah, my favorite dish
Mess the kitchen up and I don't have to touch a dish
I suggest you disperse, take a guest list
Henny, Remy, bottles of Cris
Miss, do you know who in this
Bitch? Handle that, I swung my wrist
Look my name up, find me in the Ritz
That's Carlton, I'm stuntin' with more labels than cars on
All Star Weekend. Awe, baby we ballin'
Glasses over here are kinda low. Don't stall
[Chorus: Really Doe]
Don't make me swipe my card
Nigga quit playin' before I swipe my card
I know you star, stuntin' for these broads
Nigga don't make me swipe my card
Peep the ice game
What the fuck? Are you a retard?
Nigga quit playin' before I swipe my card
Nigga don't make me swipe my card
[Interlude: Really Doe]
Man. Just so you don't get it confused, nigga
I ain't talkin' about link cards either
It's got to have one of these logos: American Express, Master, Visa
[Verse 3: Really Doe, Really Doe & Kanye West]
(...)
[Chorus: Really Doe & Kanye West]
Don't make me swipe my card (Yeh. Damn. Damn)
Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card (Uh-huh-huh)
I know you star, stuntin' for these (uh) broads
Nigga, don't make me swipe my card
Peep the ice game. What the fuck? Are you a retard? (Uh-huh-huh. Damn)
Don't make me swipe my card
Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card
Nigga, don't make me swipe my card
[Outro: Really Doe]
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