Released on September 9, 2008

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[Intro: Kanye West]

Bang. Let it bang

Yeah. Let it bang

Uh-uh-uh, yeah

Hey. Uh


[Verse 1: Kanye West]

I ain't tryin' to stress my wealth

But sometimes, I gotta American Express myself, haha

When the pastor asked me why I'm flashy

Well, sometimes I gotta bless myself

I see you shining, shining like a mirror ball

Why when we're abroad we don't never hear of y'all?

You local, retard. I'm the king of the world

So the king of your city by default

Niggas pullin' out cash in wads

My pants kinda tight, only fit a credit card, but

Please, don't get to spazzin' on 'em

Really Doe got a different type of plastic on him

And all my niggas is big tippers

Why? A little rain never hurt no strippers, and

It ain't like I can't get along with you

But I need you to get along while I get richer

Speakin' of richer, you talkin' bout prior

Let's talk about now and the future, which I am

All star, ah. Super Bowl shuffle

Suicide door, ah. Big world tourer

I am the menorah of this new era

And, uh, you are? Dawg, whatever

Got to excuse the cockiness

But only an asshole can give you this much shit

[Chorus: Really Doe & Kanye West]

Don't make me swipe my card (Damn. Damn)

Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card (Uh-huh-huh)

I know you star, stuntin' for these (uh) broads

Nigga, don't make me swipe my card

Peep the ice game. What the fuck? Are you a retard? (Uh-huh-huh. Damn)

Don't make me swipe my card

Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card

Nigga, don't make me swipe my card


[Verse 2: Really Doe]

Snow flurries? Nah, nigga bring the thunder

Bank account look like social security numbers

I fast yesterday, now you feel my hunger

Why you grillin' the Hummer? [?] wonder

I'm on top and you're so far under

Dodgin' piranhas, swimmin' with them fish

Chicken, Salmon; yeah, my favorite dish

Mess the kitchen up and I don't have to touch a dish

I suggest you disperse, take a guest list

Henny, Remy, bottles of Cris

Miss, do you know who in this

Bitch? Handle that, I swung my wrist

Look my name up, find me in the Ritz

That's Carlton, I'm stuntin' with more labels than cars on

All Star Weekend. Awe, baby we ballin'

Glasses over here are kinda low. Don't stall


[Chorus: Really Doe]

Don't make me swipe my card

Nigga quit playin' before I swipe my card

I know you star, stuntin' for these broads

Nigga don't make me swipe my card

Peep the ice game

What the fuck? Are you a retard?

Nigga quit playin' before I swipe my card

Nigga don't make me swipe my card


[Interlude: Really Doe]

Man. Just so you don't get it confused, nigga

I ain't talkin' about link cards either

It's got to have one of these logos: American Express, Master, Visa

[Verse 3: Really Doe, Really Doe & Kanye West]

(...)

[Chorus: Really Doe & Kanye West]

Don't make me swipe my card (Yeh. Damn. Damn)

Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card (Uh-huh-huh)

I know you star, stuntin' for these (uh) broads

Nigga, don't make me swipe my card

Peep the ice game. What the fuck? Are you a retard? (Uh-huh-huh. Damn)

Don't make me swipe my card

Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card

Nigga, don't make me swipe my card


[Outro: Really Doe]

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