[Chorus: Kanye West]
How much they hate it? Very
Kiss girls like Katy Perry
I am never sprung, but I spring 'er: Jerry
Don’t try this at home; results may vary
King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry (Yeah, Yeah, they never looking for them?)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
How much they hate me? Very
Kiss girls like Katy Perry
I never get sprung, but I spring 'er: Jerry
Don’t try this at home; results may vary
A King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry
[?], gon' be, problem, roll up in [?]

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Yeah, get back, mothafucka hit em up in back, back when the flow get better, thеm n***as better look it up, n***as talk down, but thesе n***as better get it up, chin check like a n***a, n***a laugh
Kid Cudi right back, tell a ride in the bed, mothafuckas talk down, when I pull up in the bed, n***a
Slow down on the bitch, n***a
Ain't fast if a n***a wanna talk reckless Get him checked real quick for his necklace
N***a, talk down when a n***a rough and hectic
Hey, get hectic when the tech hit, uh
When I sit back, fall back N***a, better know I'm in the name like that Super Cudi got a name like that
Sit back, sippin' on the rap, that's dude
Take n***as to school to play more rude
N***a, that's so stellar, that groove, n***a
Fall back if you wanna all back to back back or somethin' that new, n***a
I hit em up so quicker than a picture could ever take
Them motherfuckers mad cause I'm lightning fast
On the mark, n***a, talk down, lick that man when I nip that ass Girlfriend got ass, girlfriend got a smash If she quicker for the mask, we know a stack thugger, she could kiss my ass If she ain't fuckin' or talkin' bout suckin' somethin', then that bitch keep rollin'
I'm that boy sittin' back in the car
"That n***a just does keep smoking!"
While I'm smokin' that pote and fit that, the n***a better sit that back when I sip on my yak and my 40 ounce I'm up in the club, n***a, rock the bounce, ayy
Bounces act up, get him up quick when the mac is jacked up
Mm, get the nine-millimeter yak, silly
Mm, motherfucker, holla at me
Ellie Uh, yeah, Plain Pat, what up?
High five, yeah, yeah
Baby girl got that ass, the baby girl feelin' the smash
Quick up on the math, n***a