(Kanye)   Hey, Do you have any black inside you?   Would you like some, like some?   You know you got a right to do whatever you like to    don c, we got the right one, the right one    in the club, always the flyest    always got her hands the highest    she stopped drinking diet coke, she on that coke diet    she bat she bat her eyelids that girl is so wired    I know she so tired but oooh she on fire    hundred dollar bill, look at you look at you    a hundred dollar bills, this aint new this aint new    from that paris, lindsey, britney, mary-kate, and whitney    people say that they clean, motherfucker don't bullshit me      (Chorus)   All the girls standing in line for the bathroom (2x)   All the girls standing in the, all the girls standing in the   All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom      (Pharrel)   You left yo nigga home, you said you at your sisters   You and your girlfriends wrong, you in here taking pictures   You aint gotta tell us you spending daddy's cash   Your girlfriends jealous, you got the fattest ass   One down to p, one trying to leave   It's hot as fuck but you dying just to ski   It's clear as black and white, like a fat panda   Your brain is magic city, your nose is atlanta   I said think about your future, you can't do that tomorrow   But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR    you like,"hey, pharrel, I aint trying to kill your mood    but I can do the star trak sign, see, killer dude."      Chorus      (Lupe Fiasco)   Now she got high hopes, just to say hi to us   She want the high life, she like them higher ups   She know we high rolling, she know it's high stakes   That's why she high-speeding out on that highway   She say she high maintenance, she say she high fashion   She say high priced, I think she high cappin   She had her high heels, I had my high tops   Sippin a hi-C, eatin on high drops   I asked her high it feel up on this high rise   She said this high score, this was the high life   She got her hiPod, bumpin her hiTunes    This higher education, welcome to high school      Chorus      (Pusha T)   I got a crown made of powder, everybody knows who's the king of the coke flow be    all I hear is oh ki, every line is oh ki    all you rappers okey dokey    nigga, you don't paint pictures    I paint mirechois on you niggas    and dime yay speedy bag bitches    buy and sell, I can accomodate your clientel    shamu weight, motherfucker, brace your scales    p to the usha, with a name like that what you look for?   More less like p with the hook up,    hit me on the bat phone if you want it cooked up    ride with me, as I'm switchin lane to lane    in my play clothes as I'm grippin grain    in a hail of bullets how I write my name    whether soft or hard, motherfucker, caine is caine      Chorus repeats as song fades out