Gotta Have It Lyrics

Jay-z

[Intro]
Turn my headphones up, louder

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
'Ello, 'ello, 'ello, hello white America, assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yeah they tryna break the marriage up
Who gon' act phony, or who gone try to embarrass ya
I'mma need a day off, I think I'll call Ferris up
(Bueller had a Muller but I switched it for a Mille
Cause I'm richer and prior to this shit was moving free base)
Had a conference with the DJs, Puerto Rico three days
(Poli with the PDs now they got our shit on replay)
Sorry I'm in pajamas but I just got off the P.J
And last party we had, they shut down Prive
(Ain't that where the Heat play?) Yep! Niggas hate ballas these days.) Yep!)
Ain't that like Lebron James? (Ain't that just like D. Wade? Wait)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Wussup, wussup, wussup, wussup
Wussup muh'fucka where my money at?
You gon make me come down to your house where your mommy at
Mummywrap the kids, have ‘em cryin' for they mommy back
Dummy that your daddy is, tell ‘im I just want my racks
(Racks on racks on racks) Racks!
(Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs)
Who in that? (Oh shit, it's just blacks on blacks on blacks)
(Hundred stack) How you get it? (Nigga layin' raps on tracks)
I wish I could give you this feeling, I'm planking on a million
I'm riding through yo hood, you can bank I ain't got no ceiling
(Made a left on Nostrand Ave., we in Bed Stuy)
Made a right on 79th, I'm coming down South Shore Drive
(I remain Chi-town) Brooklyn ‘til I die

[Outro: James Brown]
Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home
I got what you need, what, what you need
Tryna hurt my name, huh?

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