Lyrics:

(feat. Ludacris) [Hook: Ludacris] Yeah, breathe in, breathe out If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out Push a big truck, pull ya keys out Girls go wild and pull ya deez out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out When I pull the piece out niggas like 'Peace out!' [Verse 1: Kanye West] Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap I got to 'pologize to Mos and Kweli (probably) But is it cool to rap about gold If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? (Mali!) First nigga with a Benz and a backpack Ice chain, Cardi lens, and a knapsack Always said if I rapped I'd say somethin' significant But now I'm rappin' 'bout money, hoes, and rims again And it's still about the Benjamins Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms Strippers named Cinnamon More chips than Pentium What'cha gon' buy next? Whatever new trend it is I'm tryin' to spend my stacks And I'm so broke I look back like 'Damn, was I on crack?' I mean twelve platinum chains, was I on that? What the hell was wrong with me dog? Sing along with my y'all [Hook: Ludacris] Yeah, breathe in, breathe out If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out Push a big truck, pull ya keys out Girls go wild and pull ya deez out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out When I pull the piece out niggas like 'Peace out!' [Verse 2: Kanye West] Now even though I went to college and dropped out of school quick I always had a Ph.D.: a Pretty Huge Dick Ladies tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like

 

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