Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - Thank You lyrics

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(Ft. Q Tip, Lil Wayne & Kanye West)

[Lil Wayne:]

Welcome to the bank

Where you deposit Young Money, and you get Cash Money

I'm Tunechi, the Boss

And live from the vault, is Busta Bust

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo

Swag mania, pop that goes most

Carry the most beautiful bitches

With us, happily toast

Keep the faculty close

Gross want me, give them a dose

Got them ODing, leaning in each coast

Scenery froze, take notes, Rock Rolls

Diamonds that fit in Chanel Minks in the winter

Who fucking with us?

We coming to give them the shivers, watery flows, spilling like rivers

Flooding the street, hoping niggas' swimming is moving gorillas

King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up

Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]

Uh, Shit

Please don't throw up

Hold your liquor, grow up

If you robbing niggas, we going to show you how to blow up

Thank your lucky stars, it's the Rap Czar, tuck your shit in

My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin

You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin

She gives in every time that I spin

Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall

We wade on, talk shit while we ball

So what's cracking with yall?

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

Made in New York, and the slick talking thieves of the order [?]

Call the reporter, stepping like the British walkers

Legendary swag flu and see the influence, see how we do it

Get them into it steadily. God, I'm stupid, so undisputed

Act fool, back tool, until they pop off

Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off

Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers

Posting it up, maintaining composure, staying on the sofa

Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over

See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter

And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it

And count the money up proper, cause you can get it

[Kanye West]

Yeah

It feel good, don't it?

It feel good, don't it?

Hey, I want to let yall know

Hey, hey

I want to let yall know

This Yeezy

Are you listening to Q-Tip?

[Verse 4: Q-Tip]

Set them up, stiletto up, saddle up and let's go

Good times, only difference, niggas making your dough

Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up

On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up

You dead and done rip up your paper, cause your status is none

Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge [?]

You're just a single, cause you wouldn't engage

Turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goggles[?] with us

[Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]

See how we push sometimes man forget cuff, beat him the head

Boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof

Beat him in the head again, "stop killing me, Wolf!"

Whop!

Beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof!

Oxy in me pulse

He don't want no problem with niggas

Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our livers

Dammit, we sinners when me and Abstract are together, see we deliver

She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers, dammit we winners

Pillaging this rap shit, homie, they know

Kill everything until it's time for me to go

That's when I bomb it with a blow

And then I black and get a little bit dummy

The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me!

[Verse 6: Q-Tip]

Incredibly we do it, and it resonates the music

I tune it, YouTube it, it could never ever be refuted

It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas

Bitches and ballerinas

Ballers and in-betweeners

Blatant non-believers and over-achievers

Kicking it in paisley[?] Adidas

Drink Aliz in liters

All of you must reconcile a leader

She's begging to eat us, and her man's attitude defeated

But never a scandal, because me and Busta came to handle

[Verse 7: Busta Rhymes]

Not to mention, we're veterans

Second, he need some medicine

Before I black[?] as he get off my premises

Better fly, you pelican. Idiot ass niggas

But then again, you need a suit for your funeral measurements

See me doing it effortless?

It's never getting no better than this

Giving your shit to convince a better preference

Watch me turn them to skeletons

See how I come and bring out the betterness?

Time is with it and I rep the foreverness

Flying, you not at Emirates - sized private plane, that kind of etiquette

Purchasing diamonds, handle them delicate

Now you need you a better ref

You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left

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