(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!`