Can y'all please give it up for the incomparable Conway West. Welcome to the wonderful world of gold-plated Earl cuz everything I throw up, blow up. Talkin' to this girl, she said, know what? Grow up. You nasty. I don't understand why they trippin' if you ask me. Flow just the nicest. I emit the propane. I just spit poly just raise the gas prices. Everybody in the club tryin' to get as fresh as me. What you on, dawg? Tryin' to stay recession-free and spit refreshingly when I rock the stadium. You probably get sweaty, you should bring an extra tea. Now I'm standin' next to J, who's standin' next to B. Could've been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me. That's good for my ego. I talk like this cuz I can back it up. Ego so big, you must admit. I got every reason to feel like I'm that bitch. Ego so strong, if you ain't know. I don't need no beat to listen to piano. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I want you to give it up for Miss Brittany on the keys. One, two, three, four. Give me. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.