Wow Kanye West

[Intro]
Introducing
Mister I-Ain't-Know-You-Did-That
And Mister Oh-That's-My-Favorite-Shit
And Mister Ah-Damn-I-Wish-That-Was-a-Single
And uh, like Noreaga say, it goes... ugh!

[Chorus]
I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou'
You go with twenty-five hundred (Wow)
I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow)
"H to the Izzo" did three thou' spins in a week
You did a thou' in a month (Wow)
Y'all niggas want credit, but y'all need to slow down
Kanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town

[Verse 1]
How your wife gon' say she never sold drugs a day in her life?
But she still wanna pump the 'Ye?
And y'all mad 'cause y'all not knowin'
'Cause these canaries so yellow
When y'all pull up, whether to stop or keep going
I got Gs, rock rock 'n' roll tees with no sleeves
Tats showin', tucked in, strap showin'
How he get seven TVs in that ‘lac-‘lac?
Three in the front, two in the back, two in that back-back
While you in that hatchback
And try to sell work and don’t get shit from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya DATs back
And try to get publishin', all you get in your ass capped (That's all, nigga)
And that’s that