Kane is in the building, nigga Who else is really trying to *** with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marla G, bro Flyin' hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you somethin' that you probably should know This that slumdog millionaire Bollywood flow And uh, my real friends never hear it from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I'm pickin' shoes, I don't get *** confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the same building, but we got different views I got a couple cars, I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole Plus I been sippin' so this *** is movin' kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top and only heaven's right above it We own it, it's your money, mother***er If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, mother***er All right, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch You dig, I got my gun in my boot purse And I don't bust back because I shoot birds Meet me on the fresh train Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a *** X-Gangs, guns turn you boys into pussies *** change, and I smoke till I got chest pains And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse James Women are possessive and they wanna possess Wayne I been fly so long I fell asleep on the ***in' plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance Amen, as the world spin and dance in my hands Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand Uh, wake up and smell the pussy You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killer, but don't push me Mother, tell me how you love it You know you at the top and all the heavens right above it We on, it's young money, mother***er If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, mother***er All right, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my V's sweepin' like some honey in this bitch You dig? I got my *** in my boot purse And I don't bust back because I shoot fire How do you say what's never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red Whippin' off tour cause I made more off my second leg Mother***in' Birdman Jr., 11th grade Ballin' on automatic startin' I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense, check the Paul Prince We in the building, you niggas in the park with us Uh, knock, knock, come on, be my blood donor Flow so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her Do it big and let the small fall under that Damn, where you stumble at? From where they make gumbo at? Hey, we got the ***in' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that Nigga, nothing short of that President Carter, young money, Democrat Uh, now tell me how you love it You know you at the top, but all the others right above it We on up, it's your money, mother***er If you ain't runnin' with it, run from it, mother***er All right, now somebody shoot some money in this bitch And I got my beads whippin' like some honey in this bitch You dig? And I got my gun in my boot purse I don't bust back because I shoot first