Back Like That Remix - Ghostface Killah, Kanye West, Ne-Yo

It’s ya boy Ne-Yo, we gonna do it like this

The Roc is in the building, yeah (It's the remix yo)

Kanye is in the building

(Yo, the monster don is in the building) we in here

(Kanye West is in the building) Ghostface (Your boy getting fat now

I got the fat stomach and laid up, eating good now

Other girl all stressed out, my girl got the fat ass

Shorty mad, pulling her hair out) Haha

Yeah, pardon me, if I lost my voice

I just got off stage, I’m in Japan right now

Sorry bout it…

Come through the block, in the brand new Benz

Knowing that me and that nigga ain’t friends

(Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack

But you don’t get a nigga back like that

Bouncin’around, when I’m up in these streets

Knowing that me and that nigga got beef

(Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack

But you don’t get a nigga back like that, no

I’m high powered, put Eva Mendez to sleep

Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week

But, back to you, mad gloss chick, you’re way fit

How you have everything in this world and waste it Prince told me it’ll be ok, I’m so sick

Like Ne-Yo say, I’m laid back, like neo-soul

I holla back at this Creole hoe

She from the N.O., but she never told me, and oh so We at the spot to chill, with a Fugee grill

So ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O’Neal

Second I walked in, the whole room got still

I don’t know how to put this but, I’m kind of a big deal

And she conceited, she got a reason

She got her hair did, she got her weave in And I’mma sweat that out, by the evening

You?

I don’t sweat that now, I got a new

Oh girl, I can’t believe you zoned out

Played me for this dude, nice shoes and a bottle of coast out Mont'

I’m that Don Wilson, first one

To put you up six suites in that Resident Hilton

Mink coach, colorful stones and big stacks

Yeah, I was fucking, but you don’t get me back like that

Causing me grief, you know me and homey had beef

Now you got me losing my mind, out up in these streets

You’se flamingo, showing your true colors

Heard ya’ll was ducking down low when you see my brothers

But it’s all good, I move from ex to next

Got the baddest little chick to sign off of them checks

Fat bubble, her body’s like one of the best

But I don’t need to say nothing, ask Kanye West

She eye candy, smoother than Godiva chocolate

And you mad cuz you played ya self, it’s your fault, trick

Shot through the heart, the girl caught me Shot through the block, with him shot gun

He lucky, I ain’t stop, copped the shotgun

Killah type cat, you better be glad, I’m not one

Had a couple stars up in my sky

She was my moon and my sunshine

Dude ain’t even fly, he just some guy

You blamed yourself, I’m done, peace, one