★ Intro: Shire ★ Ooooh, oooooooh, ooooooooo Said I'm not the same Oooooo Yeah Not the same, not the same (Noooo)
★ Chorus: Shire ★ I don't care about the others, they play the game Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game Don't care about money or the fame I know, over here, I'm runnin' things I don't care about the others, they play the game Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game I don't care about money or the fame I'm not the same
★ Verse 1: Kanye West ★ I hear the girls scream soon as we arrivin' You can ask Ibn, wе be straight mackin' Y'all work at IBM, hotels they bе in Ooh la la, tres bien magnifique Any street, life before this is hard Not like the Annie beat Now he on a sandy beach Mix drink, sandy peach Mixed bitch, and she a freak Ooh la, oui oui, I'm like Jet magazine And that's my beauty other week If you talkin' 'bout marriage, you mean multi-million heiress Probably heritage, probably aries Probably leave her, probably Mexician, Arriba Probably Chinese her, I'm gone tell the arrow And we can have a Tiger Woods, if you ain't scare-o I know all my shooties gone be super heros How could they not? Their father is the black Bruce Wayne Only shorty in preschool rockin' two chains Tellin' them lil' niggas he is not the same ★ Chorus: Shire ★ I don't care about the others, they play the game Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game Don't care about money or the fame I know, over here, I'm runnin' things I don't care about the others, they play the game Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game I don't care about money or the fame I'm not the same
★ Verse 2: Rick Ross ★ I got a feelin', nigga, really that my money be the root Look up at the stars, she like, "Honey, where the roof?" Pull up, hear the dogs, Canaries, they gon' woof Even once had a job pourin' tar up on a roof That boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth So now when I ménage and get massaged it's the proof Proof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin' Paper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Creflo prayed, Mike Vick paid Bobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write That Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light But who really cares? We just throw it in the air Celebratin' wealth, pourin' Moet in her hair ★ Chorus: Shire ★ I don't care about the others, they play the game Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game Don't care about money or the fame I know, over here, I'm runnin' things I don't care about the others, they play the game Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game I don't care about money or the fame I'm not the same
Kanye West, The Pastelle Collective - Shoot Up {Intro: Santigold} Shoot up, shoot up, shoot up the station, TV's dead Shoot up, shoot up, shoot up the station, TV's dead Shoot up, shoot up, shoot up the station,
Kanye West, The Pastelle Collective - Armina {intro: kanye west} I mean wow, you know? man {verse 1: kanye west} Lookin' out my loft windows man my dreams became true Lookin' at the mirror,
Kanye West, The Pastelle Collective - Hard Horn Nightmare {intro} (and i wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars) you already know we about to tear it down. (tear it down) We got something to stand out from the crowd. (tear
Kanye West, The Pastelle Collective - Sweat On My Face {Intro} Here we go (here we go), like you should (like you should) Feel the sweat (feel the sweat), on your face (on your face) (Uh) Here we go (here we go), like you should