Lyrics:
I'm stackin' paper
Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper
You are now, now rockin' with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
Waka Flocka Flame, Lil'
of peril?
LAUNCELOT: No, it's unhealthy.
GALAHAD: Bet you're gay!
LAUNCELOT: No, I'm not.
Narrative Interlude
NARRATOR: Sir Launcelot had saved Sir
I'm stackin' paper
Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper
You are now, now rockin' with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
Waka Flocka Flame, Lil'
the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos
Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle
I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow,
to the sky
Persona's interlude
With my tunes inside your mind
You gon' see the other side
Take a glimpse inside my mind
You're not alone, I'm by your side
by the way
On the low I'm bagging money everyday
By the way, by the way
Sitting on half a mill by the way
William wit the bills by the way
By the way,
wit' me,
Will.I.Am the ghetto!, Will.I.Am the ghetto! (Streets),
Cause' I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature,
Gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin',
Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)
'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature
Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin,
Alright, are you ready?
Dancing around like we're on a vinyl
We're building a romance that don't need a title
It was a summer love
We didn't give
ready fi this
Mr. Lover keep yuh rockin di beat
[Chorus]
I said hey (Hey) you (You) standin over there by that wall
Get (Get) up (Up) do your thing
I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit
Somebody gotta do it
Look, no more interviews
I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude
psychotic and
I'm gonna kill 'em, I swear I'ma get 'em
I can if I will it, it's written by William
I'm stoppin' at nothin', this kid isn't bluffin'
I'm
choice, put ice
I'm missing a g-note, fixed price
But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dykes
Rocks is okay, my voice is
hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec
Haha..
[Interlude: Trife Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm talking
put ice
I'm missing a g-note, fixed price
But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dykes
Rocks is okay, my voice is extraordinaire
ready)
If me and Mr. Alabama cliqued we could run things
(We could)
He could be Quinnen Williams
(Eh ha)
I'm Daron Payne
(Eh ha)
The new heavyweight champ
a fuckin' sandwich
Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force
Donald Trump Impression
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
jocks holler
[Chorus: will.i.am]
Ah naw (y'all ain't ready for this)
Hell naw (y'all ain't ready for this)
Cause y'all ain't ready, you steady try
bruh!
Verse 2: B.Jonez
Just call me a chemist, Im Cookin' and whipping
That Audio Dope And it's ready for shipping
Them audio junkies be ready
Williams
Get it up on my own just like I'm Katt Williams
Illuminati system, I can't be a victim
Put my trust in God because I live through him
I won't stand
my first solo
Collo Drolo, sponsored by Manolo
She got Zeppi Notos ready for some photos
Yeah, and I'm cold, bitch, please try to keep the door
hoes, they so happy I ain't married yet
And I still walk down the aisle with a plastic Tec
Haha..
[Interlude: Trife Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm talking
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
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