Oh- oh-whoa, oh-oh-whoa
Oh my god, oh my god
The mother fucker Niles, he thinks he so hard
Oh my god, oh oh my god
The mother fucker Niles man, he thinks he's so hard

Tell me what you think, about a player
If you ain't mad about, I mighta see you later
Tell me what you drink, or you can tell me later
I got a bar in my crib, and a waiter
And the hater's mad cuz we bought it all
Is that your mother fuckin' closet opening a mall
I don't know what to say, I make more than ya'll in my sick days

Where are we going? 
What is this feeling?
Why are we floating all the way up to the ceiling?
But no-one can reach us

Just you, and me, and us and all of these creatures

Tell 'em where you from? B-Town
But I'm in L.A. sellin' Justin Beiber beats now
Ain't gotta worry 'bout rap, I'm sellin' beats to 50 Cent
Don't bring them 50 Cent beats 'round
Tryna get your money yellow
So all your new shit sound JELLO
I made a CD called Technohop in 06
Guess that's why your new single sound like my old shit
And your new girl looks like my old bitch
Maybe it's cuz that's my old bitch. 

Where are we going? 
What is this feeling?
Why are we floating all the way up to the ceiling?
But no-one can reach us

Just you, and me, and us and all of these creatures

Go ahead and make a move girl.
Go ahead and make a move-move-move.
Come-come a little closer.
Tell me what you got in mind-i-i-mind.