[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

[Verse 1: Justxn 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, ah

[Verse 2: 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
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
To all my second-string bitches, tryin’ get a baby
Tryin’ get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
I don’t give a damn if you used to talk to JAY-Z
He ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy
She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert
He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert
He only wanna see that ass in reverse
Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse
Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side
Gotta keep ’em separated, I call that apartheid
Then she said she pregnant-ated, that's the night your heart died
Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that
Main reason 'cause your pastor said you can't abort that
Now your driver say that new Benz, you can't afford that
All that cocaine on the table, you can't snort that
That go into that, all that money that the court got
All in on that alimony, uh
Yeah-yeah, she got you, homie, yeah
'Til death, but do your part, uh
Unholy matrimony

[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