Can y'all please give it up
For the incomparable Kanye West?

Welcome to the wonderful world of
Gold-plated earl 'cause
Everything I throw up, blow up
Talking to this girl, she said, "Know what? Grow up, you nasty"
I don't understand why they trippin' if you ask me
Flow just the nicest, I emit the propane
I just spit, probably just raised the gas prices
Everybody in the club try and get as fresh as me
What you want, dawg? Tryna stay recession-free
And spit, refreshingly when I rock the stadium
You probably get sweaty you should bring a extra tee
Now I'm standing next to Jay, who standing next to B
Coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me
That's good for my ego, ah, ah, ah

I walk like this 'cause I can back it up
I, I talk like this 'cause I can back it up
I, I, I can back it up
I can back it up
I walk like this 'cause I can back it up

Ego so big you must admit
I got every reason to feel like I'm that bitch
Ego so strong, if you ain't know
I don't need no beat, just listen to piano

Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh whoa, whoa, whoa-ooh
I want you to give it up for Miss Brittani on the keys

One, two, three, four
Hit me

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Writer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Elvis Williams, Harold Lilly Jr