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.