Lyrics:
the attention gone pay me
Get numbers like Jay Z
Haters are fugazi
I'm white and Mexican Everybody know this foo crazy
Hold up
Y'all ain't getting no bucks
I
the morning
By the end of the day
You'll see me at the courts balling
Always carry my phone with me
Just in case someone is calling
But I'll never reach the top
yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
mopping guys
No spring cleaning either (No, either)
Your favorite rapper a diva
Your favorite rapper will get Ether'd
Like Jay-Z
If you ever try to play me
to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a *** from my team
Head so good, he don't ask for a prenup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
out is so easy
Last verse but I got a lot more to say
Got a partner named Jay from around the way
Breathe out all day but
He wouldn't breathe in
Man
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
buy weed|And can give me some good head|And I'll make her remind me, uh-huh||[Jay-Z (Amil)]|(Hey papi)|Even if they don't understand the flow|They
good I keep going
Fuck 'em all I'm shitting on em
In my white Jays white T ama lay back
On a high key low key ama tap that
She a vibey and bubbly ama pop
party, uh huh
[Jay-Z]
Check, Ghetto pro' federal
Jay-Z shake the dice, let 'em go
Bet a load I tear down every show
Better know cheddar crowed
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z
Coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker yeah, you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z
I’ve been doin’ this shit day by day
帶著一身榮光回台北
I’ve been doin’ this shit day by day
Day by day, day by day, day by day
I’ve been doin’ this shit day
the jays and the nikes but you see im daddy Z im Daddy Zemus (yeah)
My day 1 niggas dont rap no more... whole crew fell off no choice had to go solo...
Got
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella
or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"
Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday
Make me grab my black A one's or my old jays
Take me to my old ways
Take me to my old ways
Make me grab my black A one's or my old jays
Ok
Give no fuck
pave the way to
Brighter days and better pays, man all of this old news
But I'm tryna find my way out myself, I'm sure you are too
Separate the greats
a broad day in the mall
Up in glocks wit body shops takin' a fall
Fuck you cock swats feds and all
[Jay-Z]
No no no homie, I didn't say I could hit
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped
So you can hook and sling and slip
R.O., whoo!
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
It's Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz
Jay-Z
Come on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
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