Where You Been - Clipse

«Where you been, you ain’t heard, got the word that I’m

That I’m so sin-cere» —

«Where you been» Pusha, «Where you been» Malice

«Where you been, wh-where you, where you been»

By the time the 5 pull up, every bitch look up

Million records sold nigga still selling cook up

Pusha, you know what the flow like

The hook-up, you know what that snow like

Got seven dwarves on the corner like I’m Snow White

Fuck, I’m married to the game, throw rice

Keep the heater on my waist for them cold nights

Protect my chain, chest lit like it’s Lite Brite

A horse is a horse, of course of course

323 of 'em in that Porsche

Get a load of this, lifestyle of the rich

And I don’t even race her, I baby that bitch

Oh the mugging, oh so repugnant

I fly 'em in from London, who life redundant?

Not British BroadCast, this is Billionair-e

Boys Club, fuck the rocks, color canary — Clipse!

Cats ain’t got a clue as to what real cash is

Each of my neighbors is doctors and actors

They wanna know about the kid who hat backwards

Who backyard look like it’s a scene from The Masters

And what I know about a 9-iron

The only iron I know is the 9 I was firin'

Now everywhere I look it’s me they admirin'

30 years in age, contemplating retirement

Could it be, the jewels or the drop

Crib so huge that I call it Camelot

Or could it be that 50 carat watch

Or me on the red carpet, cooling with Carrot Top

Trust me young’n, I will show you the meaning

In that Porsche 911, with the engine screaming

50 grand don’t even feed my demons

My life like a fairytale, pinch me I’m dreaming