Artist: Really Doe f/ Kanye West
Album:  Plastic 12"
Song:   Plastic
Typed by: timm2014@hotmail.com

[Kanye West]
Bang. Let it bang. Yeah, let it bang. Uh uh uh yeah. Hey uh

[Kanye West]
I ain't tryin' to stress my wealth
But sometimes I gotta American Express myself
Ha ha
When the pastor asked me why I'm flashy
Well
Sometimes I gotta bless myself
Ha ha
I see you shinin'
Shinin' like a mirror ball
Why when we're abroad we don't never hear of y'all?
You local retard
I'm the king of the world
So king of your city by default
Niggas pullin' out cash in wads
My cash kinda tight
Only fit in credit cards
But
Please don't get to spazzin' on 'em
Really Doe got a different type of plastic on him
And all my niggas, is big tippers
Why, a little rain never hurt no strippers
And it ain't like I can't get along with you 
But I need you to get along as I get richer
Speakin' of richer (Richard) you talkin' bout prior (Pryor)
Let's talk about now and the future which I am
All star ah
Super Bowl shuffle
Suicide door ah
Big world tour ah
I am the menorah
Of this new era
And uh, you are?
Dawg, whatever
Got to excuse the cockiness
But only an asshole can give you this much shit

[Chorus: Really Doe]
Don't make me swipe my card
Nigga quit playin' before I swipe my card
I know you star, stuntin' for these broads
Nigga don't make me swipe my card
Peep the ice game
What the fuck? Are you a retard?
Nigga quit playin' before I swipe my card
Nigga don't make me swipe my card

[Really Doe]
It's no fair he's not
No nigga bring the thunder
Make your account look like social security numbers
I fast yesterday, now you feel my hunger
Why you grillin' the Hummer?
Can it be yours, you wonder
I'm on top and you're so far under
Dodgin piranha's swimmin' with them fish
Chicken, Salmon, yeah my favorite dish
Mess the kitchen up and I don't have to touch a dish
I suggest you disperse
Take a guest list
Henny, Remy, bottles of Cris
Miss
Do you know who in this bitch?
Handle that, I swung my wrist
Look my name up, find me in the Ritz
That's cause I'm stuntin' with more labels than cars on All Star Weekend
Awe baby we ballin'
Glasses over here are kinda low
Don't stall

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Man, just so you niggas don't get it confused
I ain't talkin' about lean cards either
It's got to have one of these logos: American Express, Master, Visa