Kanye West - Gotta Pose lyrics

[Intro] Kanye to The, yeah, you heard the name Cheques plus raps finna murder the game, uh Can y'all get it? f** y'all Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 1] All these n***as believe They breathe the same air that I breathe and bleed like I bleed Only difference though, I f** better hoes Iceberg clothes, I got to pose Every whip with the studio in a hospital This n***a flow is very sick Plus very rich hoes, very thick chain, very thick Feel like I could f** every b**h Twenties at the bottom, carry the six If I cop back, then shot him, I buried him six You can't hate this n***a with the platinum braces I rather need new teeth than a whole facelift Plus your taste is rather tasteless Test my aim and watch me ace this You wack rap cats need a replacement So I hit the basement, took it back to basics Reach down to my Timbs, grab my laces Got loops on n***as, y'all want a tight noose on n***as If I ain't holler at you for (?), n***as What the f** I got to do, another truth for n***as? See, it don't really matter what y'all prove to n***as Y'all ain't satisfied 'til we shoot some n***as So if somebody got to die, tell me who want it That Chi-Town, South Side bullsh**, we on it [Hook] Who you know twenty-five that rolls? Fifteen carats on top of the white gold Pull up in the drop, then froze I got to pose Go on 'head, baby, you could pose Gettin' naked at Go-Getter shows Then she drop, then froze I got to pose [Verse 2] Man, b**h, I ain't finished with your a** Heavy all night, spendin' cash at the ball At the show and before we got back At the gas station buyin' your a** snacks At the liquor store buyin' act right juice So when we get bid-ad, you know how to hit that Next time, bring some friends for me to get at But no fat hoes, you expect me to hit that? Molly set me up like, "K got scratched" Run up in the crib mad, stuck with that Y'all n***as talk that, but y'all don't really lit that So I had to hit them with the flat out, get your a** out You tuned in with the boss of the bosses NFL, no f**in' losses Chain flossless, f** with it cost us We go broke, we take y'all for hostage [Hook] Who you know twenty-five that rolls? Fifteen carats on top of the white gold Pull up in the drop, then froze I got to pose Go on 'head, baby, you could pose Gettin' naked at Go-Getter shows Then she drop and froze I got to pose [Verse 3] You see me rollin', smokin', coastin', boastin' Plus a little gone off the potion Oh, and known for flossin' a little too often Might end up in a coffin I'm floatin' cause I don't smoke like that Y'all n***as want to plot, we don't joke like that f*ggot-a** n***as get approached like that Matter of fact, murder gettin' wrote like that I'm finna take these n***as back to the streets Back to hoppin' out the 'Lac with the heat Back to the fifty, posin' with some b**hes In front of that airbrushed 2Pac picture [Hook] Who you know twenty-five that rolls? Fifteen carats on top of the white gold Pull up in the drop, then froze I got to pose Go on 'head, baby, you could pose Gettin' naked at Go-Getter shows And then she drop and froze