Lyrics:
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my
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
don’t want none of these bitches all in my face
I can be jay-z you my Beyoncé (ooooohhh)
Verse 2 (TinxTin)
We ain’t really spoke in a min
But you still
it took me alot, yuh
Them thangs go chop-pa-pa-pa-pa, we aim at ya top-op (J-A-Y)
Got no gun but he talking 'bout grabbing it
You my son, get you
didn't need your help I was overly hungry
Now I help myself and I'm so bloody comfy
I'm sure they had z's on jay till hov became great
They had twisted
[Jay-Z]
I thought this was America people!
Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh?
That's how we workin huh? Okay
Before me there was
your trap
But I would love to bring you off into my world
Not no Jay-Z and Beyoncé, I ain't tryna make you my girl
Don't focus on my dollars, just
I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
you
Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
I'll put them thangs in you
I'm a hot lil' nigga
I ain't gotta tell niggas
You came too deep, one
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
some money for the tots
Policing my own block
No need to get shot
D boys be off the clock
Got my city on lock
Jay z used to say
That money aint a thang
nigga fuckin' garbage
Niggas know that I'm the hardest
I swear I'm the hardest that ever recorded
See me I do my thang, I'm in my own lane
If your money
a bird if it ain't have no feet
You got some nerve think you bothering me
Bitch I get bread by the damn loaf red on the Jays like a can coke
Aye I used
cannot stress ya but I can stretch ya beat that thang up left dat hoe on a stretcher
Said you want smoke now we gotta check ya this ain't for fame this
money by myself, bitch, I feel like Jay-Z
Woah, woah, shake that ass, bitch
Woah, woah, shake that ass, bitch
Woah, woah, shake that ass, bitch
I wanna
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money
Hundred thousand for the AP, you crazy
I done turned your whole gang to a baby
I'm making money, Yea I'm feeling like I'm Jay Z
But this ain't funny,
go home, go to bed and sleep tight
Grab this Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar
runnin off from my buzz, fatser than Jamaicans in the relay
I'm blowin the cush, driving lazy in the lane
Yelling money ain't a thang
Like Jay-Z
my flow was a number one
Yo, I told you cats since day number one
B.B. Jay ain't nothin but a plan and a man
But little did you know I had the power
the first show
Of Jay-Z's eight-night run at the
Brand-new Barclays Center in Brooklyn, but
He says he'll come back
Too "Ain't no afterparty more
Important
and funny
You ain't even listening and I
Just took your money (Ha)
There once was a time everywhere you turned
('Where you turned)
Shady-Aftermath was all
hating tell it to my face
Having colour money conversations
I feel like Micheal Jordan with my Jays on
Off White
Matching with my chain Shooters all
premature
Shit went sour after Jay-Z left
But they didn't care
I was glad Jay-Z gave me respect
See I was young, fast forward
Hot dollah had the streets
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