Plastic

Lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West] Bang. Let it bang Yeah. Let it bang Uh-uh-uh, yeah Hey. Uh [Verse 1: Kanye West] I ain't tryin' to stress my wealth But sometimes, I gotta American Express myself, haha When the pastor asked me why I'm flashy Well, sometimes I gotta bless myself I see you shining, shining like a mirror ball Why when we're abroad we don't never hear of y'all? You local, retard. I'm the king of the world So the king of your city by default Niggas pullin' out cash in wads My pants kinda tight, only fit a credit card, but Please, don't get to spazzin' on 'em Really Doe got a different type of plastic on him And all my niggas is big tippers Why? A little rain never hurt no strippers, and It ain't like I can't get along with you But I need you to get along while I get richer Speakin' of richer, you talkin' bout prior Let's talk about now and the future, which I am All star, ah. Super Bowl shuffle Suicide door, ah. Big world tourer I am the menorah of this new era And, uh, you are? Dawg, whatever Got to excuse the cockiness But only an asshole can give you this much shit [Chorus: Really Doe & Kanye West] Don't make me swipe my card (Damn. Damn) Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card (Uh-huh-huh) I know you star, stuntin' for these (uh) broads Nigga, don't make me swipe my card Peep the ice game. What the fuck? Are you a retard? (Uh-huh-huh. Damn) Don't make me swipe my card Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card Nigga, don't make me swipe my card [Verse 2: Really Doe] Snow flurries? Nah, nigga bring the thunder Bank account look like social security numbers I fast yesterday, now you feel my hunger Why you grillin' the Hummer? [?] wonder I'm on top and you're so far under Dodgin' piranhas, swimmin' with them fish Chicken, Salmon; yeah, my favorite dish Mess the kitchen up and I don't have to touch a dish I suggest you disperse, take a guest list Henny, Remy, bottles of Cris Miss, do you know who in this Bitch? Handle that, I swung my wrist Look my name up, find me in the Ritz That's Carlton, I'm stuntin' with more labels than cars on All Star Weekend. Awe, baby we ballin' Glasses over here are kinda low. Don't stall [Chorus: Really Doe] Don't make me swipe my card Nigga quit playin' before I swipe my card I know you star, stuntin' for these broads Nigga don't make me swipe my card Peep the ice game What the fuck? Are you a retard? Nigga quit playin' before I swipe my card Nigga don't make me swipe my card [Interlude: Really Doe] Man. Just so you don't get it confused, nigga I ain't talkin' about link cards either It's got to have one of these logos: American Express, Master, Visa [Verse 3: Really Doe, Really Doe & Kanye West] (...) [Chorus: Really Doe & Kanye West] Don't make me swipe my card (Yeh. Damn. Damn) Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card (Uh-huh-huh) I know you star, stuntin' for these (uh) broads Nigga, don't make me swipe my card Peep the ice game. What the fuck? Are you a retard? (Uh-huh-huh. Damn) Don't make me swipe my card Nigga, quit playin' before I swipe my card Nigga, don't make me swipe my card [Outro: Really Doe] (...)