(INTRO)
Alright
Shouts for J shout to Kanye
Can't wait for that Watch the Throne
Ladies and gentleman this is your friendly neighborhood Ne-Yo
Now listen, I don't normally do this, I am not a rapper
But f** it, this is a mix-tape, so here's what we're gonna do
We're gonna have a little fun we're gonna talk a little sh**
We're gonna spend a little money, we gonna spend a lot of money
See we can't spend a little 'cause I don't got a little money I got a lot of money
So we got to spend a lot of money
Talking fast but listening slow one of the two is happening
So f** it let's go
I don't have swag
They are yet to invent a word for what I have
Every time you see me I look like a money bag
Ne-Yo good money, everybody else money bad
Wait, what you mean money bad
Bet your money on them and you'll never get it back
Bet your money on the kid I guarantee that
When you'll get it back, you gonna need a bigger bag
I got a lot of money, no denying that
But it ain't in my gentleman nature to brag
So just for a second I'mma take the fedora off
And put on an NY Fitted Caps
And turn it to the back
To say a few things might make a hatter mad
See, everybody talk dough
But when Ne-Yo talk dough
Ne-Yo talk about dough that really have
Multiple accounts, multiple amounts
Multi million dollars from the multiple hits I have
Count them
A Porsche Cayenne … for my lady
And for me a Porsche Panaerma Black
A white SLS gold wing Benz
With the doors that come up like wings on there
So when I come through set whatever you driving on fire n***a
Hit the curb call a cab
You got by a chain money
I got by a fast food chain you know sonny?
What you know about that little …
… ran out of oxygen
Call the waitress, we got 30 models shooting Malibu red and we ran out of shots again
I'm a bully on this beat, beating on my competition throw rocks at them
Squeeze the trigger 'til the clip gonna stop another one in
And keep shooting, ran out of shots again
[Outro]
Ok, I got carried away
I thought it was a thug for a minute, hahaha
Ladies and gentlemen, as I catch my breath, welcome to the mix-tape