[Intro: JAY-Z & DJ Drama]

I got a brand new bitch, Corporate America

Let's get money

[Verse 1: Kanye West & JAY-Z]

I'm high powered, put Eva Mendes to sleep

Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week

But back to you, MAC Gloss chick, you're way fit

How you have everything in this world and waste it?

(She showing me a lot of action right now)

'Quence told me it'll be okay, I'm so sick like Ne-Yo say

I'm laid back, like Neo-Soul, I holla back at this Creole ho

(You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go)

She from the N.O., but she never told me "N-O" – so

We at the spot to chill, where the food get grilled

She ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neal

Second I walked in, the whole room got still

I don't know how to put this, but, I'm kind of a big deal

And she conceited, she got a reason

She got her hair did, she got her weave in

And I'mma sweat that out by the evening

You, I don't sweat that now, I got a new – ooh-ooh!

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco & DJ Drama]

You movin' too fast, you movin' too quick

You heavy on the gas, you movin' too swift

Can't keep up the pace, might not finish the race

But do it now 'fore it's too late to switch

Like how you make an Impala lift

But this ain't a car, this your heart and it's hard to be fixed

You gon' break it if you don't downshift

And I know you get a rush when you hang around risk

But you gon' get enough when you breakin' down sick

All ill, can't move your wheels and feelin' like shit

Just a mile back you was feelin' quite brisk

Now you sittin' on bricks, wit ya car on strict

Radio gone, insurance won't cover

Paint job wreck and you draggin your muffler

Wouldn't listen then, but I bet you hear now

'Cause you got a speed ticket

'Cause you wouldn't slow down, yeah! (Skateboard P!)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams & DJ Drama]

You niggas pretenders, you ain't big spenders

Narcissists full of shit and pretentious

You have no purpose, so that means that you're pointless

She wants to smoke, but your stupid ass is jointless

Okay, bluntless, she's walking away, now your ass is cuntless

Trust me, you don't want this

Cause I could read you, and your type of people

No one wants to be you, cause all the bitches leave you

Me? I get rid of 'em, cause I don't wanna get at 'em

You finger-fuck them and you think that you did something

The poochie bucket, the Louis luggage

The scarf is bunny my spirit's so sunny (Get wit' it!)

Niggas call them out, cause my thoughts turn to money

The Rolexes got a shining grill with the diamonds here

So the light can play Tetris

Don't say my chain is sick say it's infectious, huh?

[Outro: DJ Drama]

It's a lot of business moves being made off-screen

When the music stops

Hahahaha

That's a lot of money right there

Oh yeah, we definitely eating