Gotta Have It — JAY Z & Kanye West

Intro

Turn my headphones up, louder

Verse 1: Kanye West

Hello, hello, hello, white America, assassinate my character Money matrimony, yeah they tryna break the marriage up Who gon' act phony, or who gone try to embarrass ya I'mma need a day off, I think I call Ferris up (Bueller had a Muller but I switched it for a Mille Cause I’m richer and prior to this shit was moving free base) Had a conference with the DJs, Puerto Rico three days Sorry I’m in pajamas but I just got off the P.J And last party we had, they shut down Prive Ain’t that like Lebron James? (Ain’t that just like D. Wade? Wait)

Verse 2: Jay-Z

Wassup, wassup, wassup mothafucka where my money at? You gonna make me come down to your house where your mommy at Mummywrap the kids, have ‘em cryin’ for they mommy back Dummy that your daddy is, tell ‘em I just want my racks (Racks on racks on racks, Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs) Who in that? (Oh shit, it’s just blacks on blacks on blacks Hundred stack) How you get it? (Nigga layin’ raps on tracks) I wish I could give you this feeling, I’m planking on a million I’m riding through yo hood, you can bank I ain’t got no ceiling Made a right on 79th, I’m coming down South Shore Drive (I remain Chi-town) Brooklyn ‘til I die