Thank You feat. Q-Tip,Kanye West,Lil Wayne

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Woo! Welcome to the bank Where you deposit Young Money And, and you get Cash Money I'm Tunechi the boss And live from the vault, is Busta Buss Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo Swag mania, pop that goes most, carry the most Beautiful bitches with us happily toast Keep the faculty close, gross when we give them a dose Got them OD-ing, leaning in each Coast Scenery froze, take notes, rock Rolls, diamonds that fit us Chanel minks in the winter, who fucking with us? We coming to give them the shivers, watery flows spilling like rivers Flooding the street, hoping niggas swimming is moving gorillas King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up Uhh, shit Please don't throw up, hold your liquor, grow up If you robbing niggas, we gon' show you how to blow up Thank your lucky stars it's the Rap Czar, tuck your shit in My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin She gives in every time that I spin Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall We wade on, talk shit while we ball so what's cracking with y'all? Native New Yorker, the slick talker keeps it in order Call the reporter, stepping like British walkers Legendary swag flu and see the influence, just see how we do it Get them into it steadily, God I'm stupid, so undisputed Act fool, back tool until they pop off Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers Bossing it up, maintaining composure, stand on the sofa Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it And count the money up proper, cause you can get it! I want to thank You, Heavenly Father Yeah, it feel good, don't it? Uhh For shining Your light on me It feel good, don't it? Uhh I want to thank You, Heavenly Father Ay, I want to let y'all know Ay, ay, I want to let y'all know, this Yeezy For shining Your light on me And you listening to Q-Tip Settle up, stiletto up, saddle up and let's go Good times, only difference, niggas making it though Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up You dead and done, rip up your paper cause your status is none Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge You're just a single cause you wouldn't engage Turnt up with the script on the cup you keep the goblets with us See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff? Beat him in the head, boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof Beat him in the head again, "Stop killing me, wolf" Whop, beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof Oxy in me pulse, he don't want no problem with niggas Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our livers Dammit we sinners, when me and Abstract together, see we deliver She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers Dammit we winners, pillar of this rap shit, homie they know Kill everything until it's time for me to go That's when I bomb it with a blow and then I black and get a little bit dummy The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me Incredibly we do it and it resonates the music, iTune it, YouTube it It could never ever be refuted It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas, bitches and ballerinas Ballers and in-betweeners, blatant nonbelievers and overachievers Kicking it in Pele Adidas, drink Alizé liters All of you must reconcile a leader She's begging to eat us and her man's attitude defeat us But never a scandal because me and Bus, we're prone to handle We're gentlemen Not to mention, we're veterans, second, he need some medicine Before I black as he get off my premises Better fly, you pelican, idiot ass niggas but then again You need a suit for your funeral measurements See me doing it effortless, it's never getting no better than this Giving your shit to convince a better preference Watch me turn them to skeletons, see how I come and bring out the betterness? Time is with it, I rep the foreverness Flying United Emirates, sized private plane, that kind of etiquette Purchasing diamonds, handle them delicate Now you need you a better ref You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left I want to thank You, Heavenly Father For shining Your light on me I want to thank You, Heavenly Father For shining Your light on me I know it couldn't have happened without You Ooh-ooh, without You Ooohh, without You Ooohh, without You