Ryan Leslie - Start It Up (Remix) lyrics

[Young Jeezy] Yeah So what you gon' do? (TNG ain't nothin') When they see TNG doin' it (Gettin' low) (Strapped up in this ma-f**a!) You understand me? Ha (You know what it is) Better get low, n***a! [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I'm just chillin' in that Phantom bumpin' that Yo Gotti He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin' down with the plug, 'bout to order up some tacos Talkin' velveeta hella chips, nachos And you really gettin' money, say cheese in this ma-f**a b**hes on your dog like fleas in this ma-f**a So many chains might freeze in this ma-f**a Walked past a b**h like breeze in this ma-f**a Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this ma-f**a Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this ma-f**a Shell cases, night vision, ain't nothing stupider Clips filled up, outta space (space), Jupiter Don't make me start it up like a new Kawasaki Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you'll be chicken teriyaki While I'm on that new thug pa**ion, that Belvedere and Saki Chopping bricks with some chop sticks (chop sticks), I told you I got this [Hook: Swizz Beatz] You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich You never ever ever seen a n***a good trick You want a problem? Start it up (vroom vroom) Start it up (vroom vroom) Start it up (vroom vroom) You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich You never ever ever seen a n***a good trick You want a problem? Start it up (vroom vroom) Start it up (vroom vroom) Start it up (vroom vroom) Wait a minute [Lloyd Banks] I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably Come with me, round and some would see why they f** with me Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-colored fleet Y'all sour me, my summer's sweet, kiss my mother feet Hate just makes chop 'em as they creek, life forever sweet Life's a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets, uh Magnificant flow or magnifique, Rookie have a seat Them lil n***a just my parakeets, smacking masterpiece My life is good, my b**hes bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my way in and took some a** Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half Southside's my heart, too hard to forget the past Lost too many n***as to the dirt, keep the liquor stashed My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple nuts, hit the cab [Hook] [Verse 2: Kanye West] We keep these G's in an alloy safe And stash the weed in an altoid case They say good things come to those who wait So I'ma be at least about a hour late I'm so fresh, b**h, I should be arrested New Cody Chesnutt with my nuts on your chest, b**h She said “Hey ‘Ye” I said “Yes, biiiiitch” "Damn, I'm only asking you a question" I met this milf at the allstar getting action A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson Told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs And her booty is why God invented my balls I'm a rockstar, huh, start it up Start it up, huh, start it up So popular, you should get a shot of us n***as don't take shots at us, that is only obvious The first album I vomited, the second I colonic'd it Ain't nobody f**ing with me, I platonic'd it Bet I got some slippers on, bet n***as gon' honor it These ain't even real clothes, homie I'm pyjama rich Banks told me homie go switch the style up These b**hes on me homie only to arouse us Told her I ain't paying tonight I'm only browsing She pulled her blouse up, said “It's free”, I said "WOWZERS!" [Hook] [Bridge: Swizz Beatz] Ninja (ninja), Kawasaki (Kawasaki), Ducati (Ducati), my old Harley (my old Harley) Rock the party, (rock the party) Move your body, (move your body) Wa**up, (wa**up) Everybody, (everybody) Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh) Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh) Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh) Start it up (vroom, vroom) Start it up (vroom, vroom) [Ryan Leslie] Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeah [Swizz Beatz] Ladies and gentlemen! [Verse 3: Fabolous] Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate Money generated, if we ain't in the house, renovate Tryna eat, we ain't finna wait Where's the dinner plates? BMW, ten to 8, Interstate 95, pa**enger Baddest b**h in the state, half Spanish half Trinidad Complexion Henny straight Y'all ain't got your business straight, track star, finna state Time is money and I can't afford to be a minute late It's time to make a movie let the haters watch Diamonds spinning 'round the bezel that's tornado watch My independent chick, I like my ladies Koch She got an appetite for dick, I guess her plate's my crotch Y'all soft as tater tot, little n***as try me not Under the wings, fried rice at the Chinese spot I hear ‘em talking it but ain't really living it Opinions are like a**holes, so who gives a sh** [Hook] [Swizz Beatz] Wait a minute... (echos)