Start It Up - Ye (侃爷)

Start It Up - Kanye West (坎耶·韦斯特)
What you going to do
It's Good music and G-Unit
Banks
Loso
Ladies and Gentleman
You know they made cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever ever seen a ni**a good trick
You want a problem
Start it up
Start it up
Start it up
Wait a minute
Big blue hot and skinny shoot
Cotton candy coupe
Hard knock orphan Annie loop
Off the stoop ugh
Play with me see what the screamy do
My canary shoe
High beems pointed right at you peek-a-boo
Benji paper made me hater-proof
All your family dues
Menage a trois purple haze and goose got me loose
Kick my way in and now I got the juice
Gucci bubble boots
Thousand kicks couple hundred boots getting f**king loot
My top down I'm flashing on them
I'm passing all them pullover and hit the hazards on them
The ratchet on him pay my dues now it's back to balling
The raps a boring dead man I dip the casket for them
I'm back performing I bag them
Break their back don't call them
Look down on em like Dikembe Patrick Mourning
Cash is pouring
Stunt stormin go this b**ches out
Camera phones capture everything that pictures don't
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You ain't never ever ever seen a ni**a good trick
You want a problem
Start it up
Start it up
Start it up
Start it up
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You ain't never ever ever seen a ni**a good trick
You want a problem
Start it up
Start it up
Start it up
Wait a minute
We keep these G's in an alloy safe
And stash the w**d in an Altoids case
They say good things come to those who wait
So I'm a be at least about an hour late
I'm so fresh b**ch I should be arrested
New Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest b**ch
She said "hey ye"
I said "yes b**ch"
Damn I'm only asking you a question
I met this milf at the all star getting action
A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
Told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
And her booty is why God invented my balls
I'm a rock star huh start it up
Start it up huh start it up
So popular you should get a shot of us
Niggas don't take shots at us that is only obvious
The first album I vomited the second I colonic'd it
Ain't nobody f**king with me I plutonic'd it
Bet I got some slippers on bet niggas going on honor it
These ain't even real clothes homie I'm pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
These b**ches on me homie only to arouse us
Told her I ain't paying tonight I'm only browsing
She pulled her blouse up said "It's free" I said wowzers
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You ain't never ever ever seen a ni**a good trick
You want a problem
Start it up
Start it up
Start it up
Start it up
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You ain't never ever ever seen a ni**a good trick
You want a problem
Start it up
Start it up
Start it up
Wait a minute
Ninja
Kawasaki
Ducati
My old Harley
Rock the party
Move ya body
Whats up
Everybody
Start it up
Start it up
Start it up
Start it up
Lets get it started
Get it started
Get it started yeah yeah
Ladies and gentleman
Plenty hate they be taking shots never penetrate
Money generated if we ain't in the house renovate
Tryna eat we ain't finna wait
Where's da dinner plates
B M W ten to eight interstate ninty five passenger
Baddest b**ch in the States half Spanish half Trinidad
Complexion Henny straight
You all ain't got your business straight track star finna state
Time is money and I can't afford to be a minute late
It's time to make a movie let the haters watch
Diamonds spinning round the bezel that's tornado watch
My independent chick I like my ladies Koch
She got an appetite for dick I guess her plates my crotch
That soft as tater top long ni**a try me not
Under the wing fried rice at the Chinese spot
I hear them talking it but ain't really living it
Opinions are like assholes so who gives a sh*t
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You ain't never ever ever seen a ni**a good trick
You want a problem
Start it up
Start it up
Start it up
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You ain't never ever ever seen a ni**a good trick
You want a problem
Start it up
Start it up
Start it up
Wait a minute
Ughh My mindstate raise the crime rate
Break a whole brick down for old times sake
Push an Avalanche
That alpine shake
The Coupe's vanilla bean
The seats is pound cake
In my Condo b**ches with Teddies on
Wall full of mirrors heaven for an Eddie Long
My life's the fastlane getting my Andretti on
Blow it all
You can't take it when you dead and gone
You can't hide it
I smell the fear
I can't neither
You smell a millionaire
Off crack money
Not rap money
Poor platinum niggas
F**king rap dummies
I wrap mummies
That's kilograms
My brother's keeper like Nino's man
That's "G Money" Ghetto D money
1996 Master P money Gone Uhh