[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
He who is my equal don't make me holler
Titanium credit cards to match my dollars
Van-lin flats and bags by Balenciaga
On the arms of the dames of the planes I charter
We flyin' high to Heathrow
Heartthrob gettin' mobbed by London people
Us magazine is chasin' ya, the camera was facin' ya
All to get the face for the cover, bitch
Put on your Millionaires and act like you don't love this shit
Solid gold Blackberries like I'm Richie Rich
Uno shows, pick up my two-door Rolls
The inside tan like California sand
Outside, thousands out and they're likе "Wow, you're wildin'"
On the table is fivе hundred thousand pilin'
BBC Polo, BBC Casio
ICECREAM skate shoes while I'm at it though
Watch the facets glow, but don't come with no
Bull shit like a matado' and try to grab it though
'Cause the gats will blow, just think
You gon' sink in that casket low, we don't have it, yo
Chanel buckets, bitch, watch me pull down
Watch me walk around like Slick Rick in '85
Feel like 2Pac, the world's got eighty eyes
And they on me, the world is raunchy
Don't get it twisted, cousin, money first, man
I keep them hit biscuits in the oven, come and see me
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, open up your bibles, let's listen to the reverend
I'm two number ones, so together I'm eleven
She a ten, I'm number one, together we eleven
Her girlfriend only a seven, send her to 7-Eleven
She a ten, her friend a seven, that make 'em seventeen
Let me see your ID, only seventeen?
Eesh! that could have fucked up everything
Nike already don't like me, always all in white tee
Dressed like I'm Hypebeast, smilin' through my white teeth
Don't race against the Amerikon dream
Together we like the Kenyan marathon team
Three black rap acts that spit that crack
Never pushed that 'Lac, rather be in somethin' German
Lookin' for a Swedish girl that I could put my sperm in
Preach, my brother, go and start the sermon
All I see is green, call me Erick Sermon
All I spit is thermal, long-sleeved flannel
When I touch the verse, don't touch the channel
Bought the rat a purse, she keep callin' it Chanel
Never hit a girl anal, but I run shit annual
Now that's some dumb shit
I never hit a girl anal, but I run shit, dumb bitch
And I mean that in the nicest sense of the word
Just act like I'm some type of nice sensitive nerd
That don't mean female dogs, 'cause I done dogged all females
Except for the ones that's only in it for the retail
CC what you got, she see what we sell
Get married so much, I swear them girls on resale
Watchin' the draft, she got your jersey all ready
She done picked out her crib out in Jersey already
She 'bout to be pregnant by Thursday, y'all ready?
'Gratulations, baby boy, on your new baby boy
[Outro: Kanye West]
Diamonds and dollars