Текст песни Busta Rhymes "Thank You"

[Intro: Lil Wayne] 

Welcome to the bank 

Where you deposit Young Money, and you get Cash Money 

I’m Tunechi, the Boss 

And live from the vault, is Busta Bust 

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] 

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yo 

Swag mania, pop that goes most 

Carry the most beautiful bitches 

With us, happily toast 

Keep the faculty close 

Gross when we give them a dose 

Got them ODing, leaning in each coast 

Scenery froze, take notes, Rock Rolls 

Diamonds that fit in Chanel Minks in the winter 

Who fucking with us? 

We coming to give them the shivers, watery flows, spilling like rivers 

Flooding the street, hoping niggas’ swimming is moving gorillas 

King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up 

Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up 

[Verse 2: Q-Tip] 

Uh, Shit 

Please don’t throw up 

Hold your liquor, grow up 

If you robbing niggas, we going to show you how to blow up 

Thank your lucky stars, it’s the Rap Czar, tuck your shit in 

My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin 

You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin 

She gives in every time that I spin 

Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall 

We wade on, talk shit while we ball 

So what’s cracking with yall? 

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] 

Made in New York, and the slick talking thieves of the order 

Call the reporter, stepping like the British walkers 

Legendary swag flu and see the influence, see how we do it 

Get them into it steadily, Got em stupid, so undisputed 

Act fool, back tool, until they pop off 

Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off 

Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers 

Postin’ it up, maintaining composure, staying on the sofa 

Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over 

See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter 

And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it 

And count the money up proper, cause you can get it 

[Bridge: Kanye West] 

Yeah 

It feel good, don’t it? 

It feel good, don’t it? 

Hey, I want to let ya’ll know 

Hey, hey 

I want to let yall know 

This Yeezy 

And you listening to Q-Tip 

[Verse 4: Q-Tip] 

Set them up, stiletto up, saddle up and let’s go 

Good times, only difference, niggas is making it though 

Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up 

On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up 

You dead and done rip up your paper, cause your status is none 

Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge 

You’re just a single, cause you wouldn’t engage 

Turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the gobbles with us 

[Verse 5: Busta Rhymes] 

See how we push sometimes man forget cuff, beat him the head 

Boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof 

Beat him in the head again, "stop killing me, Wolf!” (Whop) 

Beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof! 

Oxy in me pulse 

He don’t want no problem with niggas 

Fuck it, let’s get to drinking, poison our livers 

Dammit, we sinners when me and Abstract are together, see we deliver 

She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers, dammit we winners 

Pillaging this rap shit, homie, they know 

Kill everything until it’s time for me to go 

That’s when I bomb it with a blow 

And then I black and get a little bit dummy 

The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me 

[Verse 6: Q-Tip] 

Incredibly we do it, and it resonates the music 

I tune it, YouTube it, it could never ever be refuted 

It’s gnarly for niggas and naughty for Ninas 

Bitches and ballerinas 

Ballers and in-betweeners 

Blatant non-believers and over-achievers 

Kicking it in pailey Adidas 

Drink Aliz in liters 

All of you must reconcile a leader 

She’s begging to eat us, and her man’s attitude defeated 

But never a scandal, because me and Busta came to handle 

[Verse 7: Busta Rhymes] 

Not to mention, we’re veterans 

Second, he need some medicine 

Before I black you should get off my premises 

Better fly, you pelican. Idiot ass niggas 

But then again, you need a suit for your funeral measurements 

See me doing it effortless? 

It’s never getting no better than this 

Giving your shit to convince a better preference 

Watch me turn them to skeletons 

See how I come and bring out the betterness? 

Time is with it and I rep the foreverness 

Flying, you not at Emirates sized private plane, that kind of etiquette 

Purchasing diamonds, handle them delicate 

Now you need you a better ref 

You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain’t never left