I'm just a runway show
But I wear that so my plane need my runway clothes
Cashmere sweats, they come out next year
But these my last year's sweats

And my hoe's so sick
Your new chick can't fuck with my old bitch
And you know this shit
I'm professional, they know this is

I just may let you borrow this
This 'The Blueprint' nigga follow this
This what what tomorrow is
Welcome to tomorrow B

Whatever you about to discover we off that
You about to tell her you love her we off that
Always wanna fight in the club and we off that
But you can't bring the future back, back

Y'all are steady chasin' the fame and we off that
Over sized clothes and chains we off that
Niggaz still makin' it rain and we off that
'Cause you can't bring the future back, back

Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that
Timbs we off that, rims we off that
Yeah, we off that, is you still on that?
And we still makin' money 'cause we still on that

This ain't black vs. white, my nigga we off that
Please tell Bill O'Reilly to fall back
Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls
It's 2010, not 1864

Uh, yeah we come so far
So I drive around town, hard top and that's all
Uh, in my TriBeCa loft
With my high brown ah and my high yellow broad

Uh and my dark skinned sis
In my best white mink, say what's up to Chris
Uh, how's that for a mix?
Got a black president, got green presidents

'Blueprint's' in my white iPod
Black diamonds in my Jesús piece, my God
Uh, we ain't trippin' off that
This a Benetton hat, nigga been up off that, uh

Whatever you about to discover we off that
You about to tell her you love her we off that
Always wanna fight in the club and we off that
But you can't bring the future back, back

Y'all are steady chasin' the fame and we off that
Over sized clothes and chains we off that
Niggaz still makin' it rain and we off that
'Cause you can't bring the future back, back

Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that
Timbs we off that, rims we off that
Yeah, we off that, is you still on that?
And we still makin' money 'cause we still on that

I don't give a fidduck abiddout the riddate
You used to move, what you used to do?
And I don't give a fidduck abiddout the bitches
That you used to screw, what your future do

And we don't really care what you used to say
Unless that affects your future pay
I'm on a practice field runnin' two a days
So I don't drop the ball when it's threw my way

So I don't give a fidduck abiddout the shit
That you probably did, who you probably is
The only time I deal in past tense
'Cause I'm past rims and I'm past tints

If you drivin' it I drove it
You got it 'cause I sold it
You copped it, I bought it back
And we don't give a fidduck, nigga we off that

Whatever you about to discover we off that
You about to tell her you love her we off that
Always wanna fight in the club and we off that
But you can't bring the future back, back

Y'all are steady chasin' the fame and we off that
Over sized clothes and chains we off that
Niggaz still makin' it rain and we off that
'Cause you can't bring the future back, back

Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that
Timbs we off that, rims we off that
Yeah, we off that, is you still on that?
And we still makin' money 'cause we still on that