Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thank You , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thank You |
| Welcome to the bank, where you deposit Young Money |
| And and you get Cash Money |
| I’m Tunechi, the boss, and live from the vault, is Busta Bus |
| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| Yo! |
| Swagmania pop that goes most |
| Carry the most, beautiful bitches with us happily toast |
| Keep the faculty close, gross when we give 'em a dose |
| Got 'em OD’n leanin in each coast |
| Scenary froze, take notes rock most diamonds that fit us |
| Chanel minks in the winter who fuckin with us?! |
| We comin to give 'em the shivers watery flows spillin like rivers |
| Floodin the street hopin niggas is swimmers |
| Movin gorillas, King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up |
| Seat fillin niggas get up when I show up |
| Awww! |
| Shit! |
| Please don’t throw up, hold your liquor grow up |
| If you robbin niggas we 'gon show you how to blow up |
| Thank you lucky stars it’s the rap czar tuck your shit in |
| My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin the chagrin |
| You never win model thin walkin crack in your shin |
| She gives in every time that I spin |
| Square up bow down to the kings of the hall |
| We wave on talk shit while we ball, so what’s crackin with y’all? |
| Native New Yorker the slick talker keep shit in order |
| Call the reporter steppin like British walkers |
| Legendary swagfluence see the influence, see how we do it |
| Get 'em into steadily got 'em God I’m stupid |
| So undisputed, act fool back tool 'til they pop off |
| Police crowd up the street blockin 'em off lockin 'em off |
| Got these niggas wildin while I signal my soldiers |
| Bossin it up, maintainin composure stand on the sofa |
| Thirty bottles twenty waitresses bring 'em over |
| See how we light up shit nigga call the promoter |
| And tell that nigga bring the bag better hurry up with it |
| Then count the money up proper 'cause you can get it! |
| I wanna thank you (Yeah!) heavenly father (It feel good don’t it?!) |
| For shinin your light on me (It feel good don’t it?! Uh!) |
| I wanna thank you (Hey! I wanna let y’all know!) heavenly father |
| (Hey! Hey! I wanna let y’all know!) |
| For shinin your light on me (This Yeezy! And you listenin to Q-Tip!) |
| Settle up stiletto up saddle up and let’s go |
| Good times only difference niggas makin it though |
| Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up |
| On top of the mountain foldin the ladder up |
| You dead and done rip up your paper 'cause your status is none |
| Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge |
| Your just a single 'cause you wouldn’t engage |
| Turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goggles with us |
| See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff |
| Beat him in the head boop ba diddy baff, zippity boof |
| Beat him in the head again stop killin me wolf |
| WOP! |
| Beat a nigga 'til he drop piggity poof |
| Ox see in mi pulse, he don’t want no problems with niggas |
| Fuck it let’s get the drinkin poison our livers |
| Damnit we sinners when me and Abstract together see we deliver |
| She got me touchin it fuckin on all my fingers |
| Damnit we winners, pillars of this rap shit homey they know |
| Kill e’rything 'til it’s time for me to go |
| That’s when I bomb it when I blow it and I black and get a little bit dummy |
| The microphone is bleedin you should take it from me! |
| Incredibly we do it and to resonate the music |
| Itune it YouTube it it could never ever be refuted |
| It’s gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas, bitches and ballerinas |
| Ballers and inbetweeners blatant non believers and overachievers |
| Kickin it in Pele Adidas drink gallons and liters |
| All of you must reconcile a leader |
| She beggin to eat us and her man’s attitude defeated |
| But never a scandal because me and Bus we prone to handle we gentlemen |
| Not to mention we veterans, second we need some medicine |
| Before I black you should get off my premises |
| Better fly you pelican, idiot ass niggas |
| But then again you need a suit for your funeral measurements |
| See me doin it effortless it’s never gettin no better than this |
| Givin your shit that you miss a better preference |
| Watch me turn 'em to skeletons, see how I come to bring out the betterness |
| Time is with it I rep the foreverness |
| Flyin United Emirates, size private plane that kind of etiquette |
| Purchasin diamonds handle them delicate |
| Now you need you a better ref |
| You could peep us regulatin see we all in this bitch like we ain’t never left |
| I wanna thank you, heavenly father, for shinin your light on me |
| I wanna thank you, heavenly father, for shinin your light on me |
| I know, it couldn’t have happened, without you |
| Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh! |
| Without youuuuuuuuu! |
| Oooh Oooh Oooh! |
| Without youuuuuuuuu! |
| Oooh Oooh Oooh! |
| Without youuuuuuuuu! |
| Oooh Oooh Oooh! |