Record Collection 2012 - Mark Ronson, The Business Intl., Pharrell Williams

When we land, got bad bitches to greet us, SUVs, windows, and some reefers,

two identical trucks for all my peoples

Chair of the network, fend the leaders

Monkeys looking at my ring, they wanna swing but the ape behind me,

keep in mind I got arms

And he ain’t gon' let me scuff my LeBrons

Nigga, the king can’t talk to the pawns

Even when we making the score, ask Hans, only the Queen can interpret my yawns

Sometimes we wake up feeling like Johns, make it up by buying her wristwatches

that are fly, same price as helicopters

But you can’t buy time, that’s obnoxious

I take too long to answer telephones, I take too long to type my name and

record messages

But my handwriting is excellent, in fact it’s second to none (none)

I drive round cities in a chariot, I get preferential treatment at the Marriott

But if the truth be told I’m naked under all these clothes

I’ll tell you what it is on my mind, woah

I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)

I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)

And I’ll do anything it takes just to get there

I introduced myself as a courtesy

See everybody knows my name

Dropped out of school, never went to university

Can’t even count all the dough I make

But nowadays when I’m out of raves

It’s not «will I pull?»

It’s «which one will I want to take home, home?»

Women have been around me since they heard of me

In the beginning wanna flirt with me, they wanna murder me

Cause they want me to stick with em

But I ain’t with em long enough for anniversaries

But when I’m sat in my flat with a bottle of Jack

On my jacks I still feel alone, oh

My brain is buzzing and the room is strange, like the scene in Trading Places

at the stock exchange

I made a million overnight in '87, now I’m living in my parking space (parking

space)

My teeth are bright and my hair is clean, I wear Paco Rabanne like I was

Charlie Sheen

But in the rain we all look wet, and in the snow we all look cold

I’ll tell you what it is on my mind, woah

I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)

I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)

And I’ll do anything it takes just to get there

Disgusted by all the flashiness, I think I’m a don, they think I’m an actor but

I catch this

My two needs are a pillow and a mattress, once I can fill up the space with a

famous actress

Give me a mil, I’ll do a DJ set, I pull spikey with the green like a cactus

Showoff, ego’s high, you can’t match this chauvinistic pig, money man tactics

Look, the hardest thing’s when you’re not getting played thinking, «It's now or never»

Stood in the stadium watching the game, amazed that was me Yep, Mr Wretch,

tryna get off of the bench

Yeah, I’ve got skills, I can rock with the best

One mic, and then I’ll get the team on-side, I said I’ll only need one strike

And yeah, did I take a track to top 5, but we didn’t celebrate it

Why?

Cause I’m not on a hat trick, whole world turned but I didn’t do a

back-flip

I’m nowhere where I need to be, I’ve got a lazy flow, come and sleep with me

(yeah)

I’m wide awake, but when I’m on-stage it seems like a dream to me

I’ll tell you what it is on my mind, woah

I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)

I only want to be in your record collection, woah, (ah ah ah)

And I’ll do anything it takes just to get there