New Religion

[Intro/Kramer & Jerry Seinfeld] I'm completely changing the configuration You're not going to believe it when you see it What are you doing? Levels ... Levels? Yeah, I'm going to build, levels You ain't seen shit like this Legend in the making, you gonna reminisce Cocktail parties, even tell your kids On that fine evening, all that freak shit we did And those kids nah baby, they ain't mine Made ladies Gaga, I ain't Akon No baby, just trying to put my snake on Something tonight got her bagged by the eighth line You showed up, barely dressed Car service, circle 'round LES It's all worth it to relieve that stress See your man lurking girl delete my texts Call some girlfriends, call Susan Call Janet, tell her what we doing I didn't plan the club to getting ruined No catches are standing calls in the new sense You ain't need them thats my two sense You work so hard and it's proving Feels like all your cash go to him Order some drinks get under the influence Yeah, and let it flow, I don't put the pussy on top of pedestals Put it in the pretzel on top my testicles Made it in the nice way, thought I'd let you know You know what we doing, whiskey for communion tonight I take away your pain girl Baptize you in champagne yea its only right Cause I'll be your, your new religion Yes I'll be your, your new religion The city's your church, I pray you're sinning Cause I'll be your, your new religion Oh, you thought we was done with it? Nah, young and up and coming shit Tell them that we running in Now its cool to like Cue, ain't that such a switch I can smell the hate on top of my upper lip Upper echelon, and they wonder who snuck us in Thats the bomb all their stocks are plummeting Put it on the telecom me and you fucking in The bathroom, fucking in the bathroom Tell all your girlfriends, you'll be back soon Love it when the titties swang, I'mma make her Chiddy Bang Oops, I mean kitty bang, No Xaphoon Late night, sleeping half past noon Take pipe, safe flight gotta leave that soon Bar hoppin, we all hop in' Meat district bitches high off that John Stockton Song come on and all of us wildin' Vixens lip-licking and nail filing So surprising we see new horizons Now I'm vibing try and get inside them I don't fight over pussy shit too common I ain't been hiding, I've been grinding, money stacked, piling Til I'm Richard Branson with a pilot to flying me to my own island You know what we doing, whiskey for communion tonight I take away your pain girl Baptize you in champagne yea its only right Cause I'll be your, your new religion Yes I'll be your, your new religion The city's your church, I pray you're sinning Cause I'll be your, your new religion