Here’s the full lyrics
Dinner with Anna Wintour (Whoa!), racin’ wit’ Anja Rubik (Whoa!)
I told you ma’f-ckers it was more than the music
In the projects one day to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talkin’, we used to it
I’m from where shorties f-cked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
So whoever think they words affect me is too stupid
And if you could do it better than me, then you do it
We flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!
Don’t talk about style, ‘cause I embarrass you
Shut the f-ck up when you talk to me, for I embarrassed you
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore? (Ahh!)
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor (Ahh!)
Can I have a bad b-tch wit’out no flaws
Come to meet me wit’out no drawers?
And the whole industry wanna f-ck yo’ old chick
Only n-gga I got respect for is Wiz
And I’ll admit, I fell in love with Kim (Hunh?)
‘Round the same time she had fell in love wit’ him (Whuh)
Well, that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thing
Lucky I ain’t have Jay drop ‘im from the team (Whuh)
La familia (La familia), Roc Nation (Roc Nation)
We in the buildin’, but still keep it basement (Whoa)
We flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news!
Don’t talk about style, ‘cause I embarrass you
Shut the f-ck up when you talk to me, for I embarrassed you
G.O.O.D. Music, and fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
B-tch-ass n-ggas got ass and breasts
All that said, lemme ask this quest’
Can’t a young nigga get money anymore? (Ahh!)
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor (Ahh!)
Can I have a bad b-tch wit’out no flaws
Come to meet me wit’out…
Don’t talk to me ‘bout style, nigga, I’ll ma’f-ckin’ embarrass you
Talkin’ ‘bout clothes, I’ll ma’f-ckin’ embarrass you
Hollin’ ‘bout some hoes, I’ll ma’f-ckin’ embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you’ll need some Theraflu
