It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound

Believe! Believe!

[Hook (x4):]

Lamborghini Mercy

Your chick she so thirsty

I’m in that two seat Lambo

With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Drop it to the floor

Make that ass shake

Woah make the ground move, that’s an ass quake

Built a house up on that ass, that’s an ass state

Roll my weed on it, that’s an ass tray

Say Ye, say Ye, don’t we do this err’ day-day?

I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day

Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay

And niggas still hatin’, so much hate I need an AK

Now we out in Paris, yeah I’m Perrierin’

White girls politicin’ that’s that Sarah Palin

Gettin’ high, Californicatin’

I give her that D, cause that’s where I was born and raised in



[Verse 2: Pusha T]

It’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game hoe

I’m red leather, this cocaine, I’m Rick James hoe

I’m bill droppin’, Ms. Pacman is pill poppin’ ass hoe

I’m poppin’ too, these blue dolphins need two coffins

All she want is some heel money

All she need is some bill money

He take his time, he counts it out

I weighs it up, that’s real money

Check the neck, check the wrist

Them heads turnin’, that’s exorcist

My Audemar like Mardi Gras

That’s Swiss time and that’s excellence

Two door preference

Roof gone George Jefferson

That white frost on that pound cake

So your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant

Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go

Wherever we go we do it pronto



Well it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

In the dancehall, and who no have teeth will run pon them gums

Caw when time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound

The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one more time left

Caw the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Let the suicide doors up

I threw suicides on the tour bus

I threw suicides on the private jet

You know what that mean, I’m fly to death

I step in Def Jam building like I’m the shit

Tell ‘em “give me fifty million or I’mma quit”

Most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist level

Turn up the bass ’til it’s up in your face level

Don’t do no press but I get the most press, kid

Plus your my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious

Something’ ’bout Mary she gone off that Molly

Now the whole party is melted like Dhali

Now everybody is movin’ they body

Don’t sell me apartment, I move in the lobby

Niggas is loiterin’ just to feel important

You gon see lawyers and niggas in Jordans

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]

Now catch up to my campaign

Coupe the color of mayonnaise

I’m drunk and high at the same time

Drinkin’ champaign on the airplane

Spit rounds like the gun range

Beat it up like Rampage

100 bands, cut ya girl now your girl need a bandaid

Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon

Black diamonds backpack around me

Cosigned by Louis Vuitton

Horse power, horse power

All this Polo on I got horse power

Pound of this cost 4 thousand

I make it rain, she want more showers

Rain pourin’, all my cars is foreign

All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan


[Bridge x2]

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