StarGate - Miss Independent (Remix 2) lyrics

[Lil Wayne] Young Money! [Jay-Z] Yea... Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone [Ne-Yo] Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... [Verse 1: Kanye West] Fresh off the plane, konitchiwa b**hes Turn around another plane, my pa**port on pivot As for what I did it, that a**hole done did it Talked it and he lived it, spitted then he sh**ted I don't need to write hits, I might bounce ideas But only I could come up with some sh** like this I done played the underdog my whole career I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Burkley They say you murked me by the time I was 21 That sh** disturbed me, but you never hurt me Hello Brooklyn, if we had a daughter Guess what I'm a call her, Brooklyn Carter When I left you for Virginia it didn't offend ya Cause you know I only stepped out to get dinner [Verse 3: Ne-Yo] Ooh it's something about Just something about the way she moves I can't figure it out There's something about her Say Ooh it's something about Kinda woman that wants you but don't need you Hey I can't figure it out There's something about her Cause she walk like a boss, talk like a boss Manicured nails to set the pedicure off She's fly effortlessly She move like a boss do what a boss Do she got me thinking about getting involved That's the kind of girl I need [Hook: Ne-Yo] She got her own thing That's why I love her Miss Independent Won't you come and spend a little time She got her own thing That's why I love her Miss Independent Ooh the way you shine Miss Independent Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Ridin' by myself well really not really So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby My money 360, you only 180 Half of the game too lazy Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake em Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah Come on mama let The Carter make ya Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry-grape ya They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton Ya'll in a race and me I'm at the finish line They running for too long it's time to gimme mine Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I Weezy allergic to wintertime... [Ne-Yo] Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah... Oooooohhhh [Hook: Ne-Yo] She got her own thing That's why I love her (that's why I love) Miss Independent (independent) Won't you come and spend a little time She got her own thing (she got, she got) That's why I love her (that's why I love that girl) Miss Independent (oh oh) Ooh the way you shine Miss Independent