Lyrics:

sleeves outPush a big truck, pull ya keys outGirls go wild and pull ya deez outBreathe in, breathe outLet them hoes fight,
pull her weave outIf a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's outWhen I pull the piece out niggas like 'Peace out!'[Verse 1: Kany
e West]Golly, more of that bullshit ice rapI got to 'pologize to Mos and Kweli (probably)But is it cool to rap about goldIf
I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? (Mali!)First nigga with a Benz and a backpackIce chain, Cardi lens, and a
knapsackAlways said if I rapped I'd say somethin' significantBut now I'm rappin' 'bout money, hoes, and rims againAnd it's s
till about the BenjaminsBig faced hundreds and whatever other synonymsStrippers named CinnamonMore chips than PentiumWhat'c
ha gon' buy next? Whatever new trend it isI'm tryin' to spend my stacksAnd I'm so broke I look back like 'Damn, was I on crac
k?'I mean twelve platinum chains, was I on that?What the hell was wrong with me dog?Sing along with my y'all[Hook: Ludacri
s]Yeah, breathe in, breathe outIf ya iced up, pull ya sleeves outPush a big truck, pull ya keys outGirls go wild and pull y
a deez outBreathe in, breathe outLet them hoes fight, pull her weave outIf a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's outWhen 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 quic
kI always had a Ph.D.: a Pretty Huge DickLadies tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like