Lyrics:
the money ain't a thang
[Jay-Z]
I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is
& destroy now im just trying to keep from tearing up crying out these tears of joy my kids know once i got it we gone live it up tho alot of shit i know i can
mothers hamper
cops drop when my glock makes the pow sound
im from a wild town u know my style clown so bow down
word up.. 95 style.. i got my man Jay-Z
have it anymore.
I would like a turkey wrap served by Jay Z and broccoli, side of broccoli with garlic and oil served by Rush.
Wait, wait, wait,
way
Little kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a hook or something Jay-Z would say
I got two shots left in my twenty-two two step
Two shots
many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't complain, a n**** live to die in da
sila.....
I can only get bigger.....(woo woo woo) im PK and Daddy Z im Daddy Zemus (pruh pruh pruh)
Ba chita kwati bani ziba ne.... Bobby Williams ni zina
say that line
I'm crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me
Shorty, I love you and you love me too
We were meant
swear you not fugazi, but you've been living beneath the same rock like Jay-Z
Meaning you're oblivious and ignorant
Fucking inconsiderate pricks can
wizards, casino sisters, I'll have 'em drain you
It's painful to live in our shoes, hit you with jewels
All my banksta'z, get in the groove, rubbin' your
still after me, brrt, brrt, brrt
See, I was payin' homage to Hov, I could never diss JAY-Z
Y'all know me better than that, I got real street beefs
Uh-huh Yeah I ain't forget my light this time Long live Slim NY The gang forever
Uh My Smithy ain't come with safety Dinner With Jay-Z or 500k nigga
I wake up in the morning
And i wasn’t afraid to die
I walked around the corner
Catched two bullets by suprise
I didn’t feel a thing guess it Wasn’t
with Pharrell
I knew she wouldn't get far cause five hundred dollars
Can't get you that far, how you get that far
And all these new video bitches tryin
the fuck boy can't talk
Stay with them killers I don't gotta call
We catch them fuck niggas gone lay down the law
Bitch I'm sending blitz so lil jay pick em
can't even pay the rent
No hot water, I reminisce tears running down my face as I hold my daughter
You spent years by the fire place, I was in
the bars don't miss you
Nas, Biggie, Jay-Z, man, I need that kinda stamp
Tyson, Floyd and Ali, I'm tryna be that kinda champ
Two hundred fifty, soakin'
harder than him
I made some mistakes
But now I'm tryna get smarter
Was influenced by the money
Jay-Z like the Carter's and em
If God got a team
I'm praying
killin' bitches too
911, can't even get to you
Ain't no way to slow me down, oh
They gon' have to take me out, oh
I'm way too paid like Jay-Z now, oh
And my
y'all
Pop quiz, how many topless black foxes
Did I have under my belt like boxers?
Not to brag but if it add up
One, two, *** that's mad nuts
'm buzzing
Nigga tryna get to them B's
I know I could pull a Jay-Z
I know I make it look easy
But none of you pussies ain't me
You might as well stick to your
the plans, huh?"
Twan reach for his heat tryna strike
Jay pin him down, Twan drunk, he can't even fight
Jay like, "I know I crossed you, let me make it
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
go, whoa
Lifestyles, kinda crazy, lazy
Chicken heads see me, actin' like I'm Jay-Z
Change the game, say my name, platinum chain
Can't wait in
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