prod. by The Neptunes, Kanye West (co.)

[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 [bad word] was moving free base)
Had a conference with the DJs, Puerto Rico three days
(Parlez with the PD's now they got our [bad word] on replay)
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 where the Heat play? Niggas hate ballas these days)
Ain’t that like Lebron James? (Ain’t that just like D. Wade? Wait)

 [Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Wassup, wassup, wassup [bad word] where my money at?
 You gonna make [bad word] 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 [bad word]  it’s just blacks on blacks on blacks
 Hundred stack) How you get it?  [bad word] 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 left on Nostrand Ave., we in Bed Stuy)
Made a right on 79th, [bad word] down South Shore Drive
(I remain Chi-town) Brooklyn ‘til I die