[Chorus: Justin Paul]
We all pose for pictures
We was going broke, stuntin' for bitches, god damn
Sickening, man them n***as is twitching
All the fake gold, n***as is itching, it's a lynching
Middle fingers and deuces
All the whips and chains, and velvet rope nooses, but
It's so blasphemous, but did we ask for this?
Hollywood be thy name (Sak Pase!)

[Refrain: Justin Paul]
I know some n***as who roll joints in bible paper
That shit gave me the chills
I know some bitches who trade kisses for gourmet dishes, uh huh
And n***as paying they bills, uh
Like a juror sitting courtside, side
A wide receiver or a shortstop, ah
Know why you gon' shop, your heart is in the porn shop
Pop that pussy for a porkchop

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I know, I know, I shouldn't even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don't really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same- Urr! that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us
Follow our father, you
Borrow our motto, I'm a
Chicago, south sider
I'm a Chicago, southside
Ayy, ya heard about the good news?
Y'all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, n***a, wake up
We 'bout to get this paper
I can't let these people play me
Name one genius that ain't crazy

[Refrain: Justin Paul]
I know some n***as who roll joints in bible paper
That shit gave me the chills
I know some bitches who trade kisses for gourmet dishes, uh huh
And n***as paying they bills, uh
Like a juror sitting courtside, side
A wide receiver or a shortstop, ah
Know why you gon' shop, your heart is in the porn shop
Pop that pussy for a porkchop
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
We keep these G’s in an alloy safe
And stash the weed in an Altoid case
They say good things come to those who wait
So I’ma be at least about a hour late
I’m so fresh, bitch, I should be arrested
New Cody ChesnuTT with my nuts on your chest bitch
She said, “Hey ‘Ye,” I said “Yes, biiiitch”
"Damn, I’m only asking you a question"
I met this MILF at the All-Star, getting action
A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
Told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
And her booty is why God invented my balls
I’m a rockstar, huh! Start it up
Start it up, huh! Start it up
So popular you should get a shot of us
N***as don’t take shots at us; that is only obvious
The first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it
Ain't nobody fucking with me, I Platonic’d it
Bet I got some slippers on, bet n***as gon' honor it
These ain't even real clothes, homie, I’m pajama-rich
Banks told me, "Homie, go'n, switch the style up"
These bitches on me homie only to arouse us
Told her, I ain't paying tonight, I’m only browsing
She pulled her blouse up, said, “It’s free,” I said, "Wowzers!"
[Refrain: Justin Paul]
I know some n***as who roll joints in bible paper
That shit gave me the chills
I know some bitches who trade kisses for gourmet dishes, uh huh
And n***as paying they bills, uh
Like a juror sitting courtside, side
A wide receiver or a shortstop, ah
Know why you gon' shop, your heart is in the porn shop
Pop that pussy for a porkchop

[Chorus: Justin Paul]
We all pose for pictures
We was going broke, stuntin' for bitches, god damn
Sickening, man them n***as is twitching
All the fake gold, n***as is itching, it's a lynching
Middle fingers and deuces
All the whips and chains, and velvet rope nooses, but
It's so blasphemous, but did we ask for this?
Hollywood be thy name

[Outro: Reuben]