G.O.O.D. Music - Mercy lyrics

[Intro: Fuzzy Jones] Well, it is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth It is a - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound Believe (believe!) [Hook] Okay Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me [Verse 1: Big Sean] Drop it to the floor, make that a** shake Whoa, make the ground move, that's an a** quake Built a house up on that a**, that's an a** state Roll my weed on it, that's an a** tray Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this every day-day I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay (And n***as still hating) so much hate I need an AK Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm Perriering White girls politicking, that's that Sarah Palin Gettin' high, Californicating I give her that D, cause that's where I was born and raised in [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Yeah it's prime time, my top back, this pimp game ho I'm red leather, this c**aine, I'm Rick James ho I'm bill-dropping Ms. Pac-Man, this pill popping-a** ho I'm popping too, these blue dolphins need two coffins All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real money Check the neck, check the wrist, them heads turning, that's exorcist My Audemar like Mardi Gras, that's Swiss time and that's excellence Two-door preference, roof gone, George Jefferson That white frost on that pound cake so your Duncan Hines is irrelevant Lambo, Murcie-lago, she go wherever I go, wherever we go, we do it pronto [Hook] [Interlude: Fuzzy Jones] Well, it is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth in the dancehall And who no have teeth gwan rub pon them gums cause When time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound The bugle has blown fi many times, and it still have one more time left Cause the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder [Verse 3: Kanye West] Let the suicide doors up I threw suicides on the tour bus I threw suicides on the private jet You know what that mean, I'm fly to d**h I step in Def Jam building like I'm the sh** Tell 'em give me fifty million or I'm-a quit Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level Turn up the ba** 'til it's up-in-your-face level Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid Plus, yo my b**h make your b**h look like Precious Something about Mary, she gone off that Molly Now the whole party is melted like Dal Now everybody is movin' they body Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby n***as is loiterin' just to feel important You gon' see lawyers and n***as in Jordans [Verse 4: 2 Chainz] Ok, now ketchup to my campaign, coupe the color of mayonnaise I'm drunk and high at the same time, drinkin' champagne on the airplane (Tell em) Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage 100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a bandaid Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon Black diamonds, backpack rhyming, co-signed by Louis Vuitton (Yup!) Horsepower, horsepower, all this Polo on I got horsepower Pound of this cost four thousand, I make it rain, she want more showers Rain pourin', all my cars is foreign All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan [Hook]