[Intro]
Fire! Sonic boom!
[Hook: Kanye West]
That new Rihanna in the front
Bitches in the back, they don't like me though
Why? I can't tell you 'bout stupid hoes
Why? I don't know, she might be broke
Why? I bet she don't act stupid though
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
'Cause I cut a bitch, uh
I fuck a bitch, go and find another bitch
And I never trust a bitch
You done touched a n**** 30 times
On some baby mother shit
Talkin' bout you celibate
But you still suckin' dick
This that half a brick, quarter brick
Aye, come and place your order bitch
More of that gutter shit
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
She know that I have sex with 'em
If you tryin' get lit then go ahead light it ho
What you bitches fightin' for?
Nah, I can't even that’s why you can't sit with us
You need to just sit your ass down
I heard you fucked that n**** well I fucked that n**** too
And they probably didn't tell you that’s what suckers n****s do
And if he had a chance to tell you then
[Chorus: Rihanna]
Still don't fuck with you it's that new Rihanna in the front
Bitches in the back, she don't like me though
Why? Side piece 'bout to let wifey know
Why? Can't tell you 'bout stupid hoes
Why? Bet she won't act stupid though
[Verse 3: Rihanna]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothafuckin' digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not 'cause she ain't livin'
It's just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain't a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain't finished
I told you we won't stop
A n**** 'bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
N**** the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin' la
Got the hazards on, only doin' five
You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar'
And the truck behind me got arms
Yeah, longer than LeBron
Just waitin' for my thumb like The Fonz
[Bridge: J. Cole]
Heard she hating though, feel no way
I ain't fuck with that bitch, no way
Said that shit to my face, no way
Bet we shut down the place, no way
Bitches stuntin' on me, no way
They ain't fucking with me, no way
Price of fame, it ain't cheap, no way
I don't check the receipt, no way
[Verse 4: J. Cole]
Cole World, used to stay off his dick
I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks
Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples
A n**** getting cream like an old-ass Laker
But I ain't come to talk about all that paper
That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say
Can't understand why n****s never got shit to do
You know they sayin' same shit, n****, different day
I never felt that, no way
Cuz on the same day a n**** doing different shit
Spit different flows, hit different chicks
Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish n' chips
Why I do a lot of shows, I'm the shit that's it
Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists
Never stingy with the hoes, word to Cliff and Chris
If I fuck six bitches I got six assists
[Chorus: Kanye West, J. Cole, Rihanna]
That new Rihanna shit bump
Bitches in the back, they don't like me though
Why? I can't tell you 'bout stupid hoes
Why? 'Cause I don't fuck with these stupid hoes
Why? I bet she won't act stupid though
[Outro: Rihanna]
Cut that bitch in the bathroom
Get 'em all, uh
Might got the bitch in the bathroom
You don't want it with me, n****
You know I'm sayin'?
That bitch say she don't like me
You ask her why, she was like "I don't know"
Just like some shit that stupid bitches say
You know I'm sayin'?
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