(with Jay-Z

feat. La Roux)





[Kanye West]

Hello, can I speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are

Look, you had no idea what ya dealing with

Something on some of this realest shit

Something, something

Yeah. thats my bitch



Thats my bitch

Sh-shorty right there

Thats my bitch

Thats my bitch



[Chorus - Elly Jackson]

I've been waiting for a long long time

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life

And live my life

Just to get off and throw my hands up high



[Kanye West]

I paid for them titties, get your own

It aint safe in the city, watch the throne

You say I care more about them basquion's, basquiats

She learning a new word, its yacht

Blew the World up as soon as I hit the club with her

Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her"

Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers

And some lesbians that never loved niggas

Twisted love story True Romance

Mary Magdalene from a pole dance

I'm a freak huh, rock star life

The second girl with us, thats our wife

Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle

Who's the new old perv thats tryna play second fiddle

No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle

But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle



[Chorus - Elly Jackson]

I've been waiting for a long long time

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life

And live my life

Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high



Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning

Not swerving, oh, yeah

Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion

Stop motion, ooh, yeah



[Jay-Z]

Go harder than a nigga for a nigga go figure

Told me "keep my own money" if we ever did split up

How can somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?

With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers

Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her

Thats right nigga Mona Lisa can't fade her

I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice

But why all the pretty icons always all white

Back to my Beyonces

You deserve 3 stacks for the Andre

Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums

You belong in Vintage clothes watching the whole building

You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing

You too dope for any of those civilians

Now shoot trigga, stop looking at her tits

Get ya own dog, ya heard

Thats my bitch



[Chorus]

I've been waiting for a long long time

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life

And live my life

Just to get off and throw my hands up high



Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning

Not swerving, oh, yeah

Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion

Stop motion, ooh, yeah



[Kanye West]

You have no idea what you're dealing with

Something on some of this realest shit

Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth

Something, something, yeah



That's my bitch, That's my bitch

Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch

That's my bitch