[Intro: Pusha T]

Feeling real good right now

Play Cloths in stores

If you addicted to the fly, go get that shit

C’mon, Swizz

[Hook: Swizz Beatz & Pusha T]

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

Uh-huh, I like this shit

I don't dance (I don't dance), no way (Yes)

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Til the Casket Drops

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

Classic in the making, baby

I don't dance (Don't dance), no way (No way)

Uh-huh

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Check me out, ugh

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

I hits hard like crack rock in ’86

Them niggas soft like baby shit

Niggas never gave me shit, so I ship ‘em off to Haitis quick

Mack bullets size of baby dicks

I keeps two guns up, ten toes down

It’s like the world’s taking aim when you’re holding the crown

With the powder, I stays on the top of the mound

And keep pitching when they say “No mo’ is in town”

The Devil wears Prada, gets money, pops corks

Drives Maserati, emblem like a pitchfork

Fucks the naughty hoes rápido

One-night-stand ‘em, then acting like I can’t stand ‘em, shit

This ain’t rap, this is lifestyle lingo

The numbers so good on the squares, they yelling “Bingo!”

Connect asking, “What his name-o?”

George Jung-ing through the pipeline like Drano, P

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (I don't dance), no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (Don't dance), no way (No way)

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

[Verse 2: Malice]

Who knew one day that lil’ Mookie

Would always be with the bird like Snoopy?

To selling his own shirt in the boutique?

I break bread with the Jews like Whoopi

I ain’t like rap since Kool G.

“Road to the Riches,” KRS, “Love’s Gonna Getcha”

Want base? Signal to the pitcher

My crack measure in Richter, nigga, please

For this weight, they throw away the keys

It’s for this weight that niggas cop pleas

Best friends with a stranger’s face

Seeing how a nigga turn state

The line ‘tween love and hate, a thin one

Told the whole op’ and then some

It says a whole lot for friends, huh?

With this kind of pitch, they should give me the Cy Young

Live fast, die young

With this kind of pitch, they should give me the Cy Young

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (I don't dance), no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (Don't dance), no way (No way)

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air