Gotta Have It is a single performed by Jay-Z in collaboration with Kanye West. The song is part of their collaboration album, entitled Watch The Throne. The album was one of the top-ranked ones in end-of-the-year lists. It was also certified platinum. The track Gotta Have It peaked at position 69 on the US Billboard Hot 100. It also rose to number 12 on the US Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs and number 13 on the US Rap Songs. The Gotta Have It music video is still unavailable, but we have the audio and lyrics displayed below. What can you say about the result of Jay-Z and Kanye West’s collaboration?
Jay Z feat. Kanye West – Gotta Have It Music Video
Jay Z feat. Kanye West – Gotta Have It Song Words
Turn my headphones up, louder
Hello, hello, hello, white America, assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yea they tryna break the marriage up
Who gon act phony, or who gone try to embarrass ya
I’mma need a day off, I think I call Ferris up
Bueller had a Mueller
But I switched it for a Miele cause I’m richer
And prior to this sh-t was moving free base
Had a conference with the DJs
Puerto Rico three days
Poli with the PD’s now they got our sh-t on replay
Sorry I’m in pajamas but I just got off the P.J
And last party we had, they shut down Prive
Ain’t that where the Heat play? N-ggas hate ballas these days
Ain’t that like Lebron James?
Ain’t that just like D. Wade? Wait
Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup
Wassup motherf-cker where my money at?
You gonna make me come down to your house where your mommy at
Mummy wrap the kids, have ’em cryin’ for they mommy back
Dummy that your daddy is, tell ’em I just want my racks
Racks on racks on racks
Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs
Who in that?
Oh sh-t, it’s just blacks on blacks on blacks
How you get it?
N-gga layin’ raps on tracks
I wish I could give you this feelin’
I’m planking on a million
I’m riding through yo hood
You can bank I ain’t got no ceiling
Made a left on Nostrand Ave, we in Bed Stuy
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Made a right on 79th, I’m coming down South Shore Drive
I remain Chi-town
Brooklyn ’til I die