Lyrics:
face money
Till them big face 20s
[Chorus: x2]
Roc-a-fella shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness a dynasty
(you are not ready) unlike no
at (oohh oohh)
No Limits where the ballas at (over here)
We pop bottles like we quarterbacks
Hey girl won't you do that dance
Lookin good mami, won't you
feet stage
Now this shit so played
Took the road less travelled with no side street paved
That's a catch 22
You might catch 22
Like what happened to you?
Buy a van so we could crash on couches through our 20s
You’d know the words to every song we play, you’d
Drink too much and then go write on home good
funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20s
Chorus 2x's
Jay-Z Talking:
Roc-a-fella shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness
driving
Catch me an offer but that dream was declining
Now I’m 22 still sitting a classroom only thing in my mind was rhyming
Shit drove me mad thought I
I'ma buy more Johnny Dang
Two hundred rounds, watch that thing hang
I'ma shoot out the sun roof, gloves on, Alexander Wang
Y'all keep acting like
for the eight a nice piece of the cake but it's 35 more if you want to get straight I'll give you that for 22 gees a course what you do is up to you I'm
like verb
cops throwin the bird ya heard
i'm on I-20 wit 20's (uhh huh)
and beats i got plenty can't wait to see Jenny
[Chorus]
Been all around
could blow up
Then I'm out here owning my masters for every master that owned us
Decade threw us to the lions' den the only way the 20's was roaring
Did
the price
Your body baby I got that on ice, now check it
How can he be so gold, still in his 20s
I picked my baby a rose, she gave me nothing
This world can
makes a dollar while you make a penny
And the overlords drown in 20s
They prosper while you suffer and never give back
Can you hear the war that's on your
the code
Do what you love in life
Unless that thing got you runnin' from the po-po, woo!
Now that money ain't a thing like, woo!
Screamin' money ain't
And ridin' on 20's is the law for us
I ain't from France, but excuse my french
F*** ya if ya hatin', n**** save that there
I been dealin' it you b****es
those 20's on your car"
I said I beg your motherfuckin pardon
Them is Michael Jordan's baby
She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with
What year my pops get rid of that thing?
Yea the all maroon body
Gold lips
That thing was nice
15% tint
I'm just making up a number I don't know
What do
that nigga might be gay he only hard around his dudes
And I don't fuck with 10's or 20's bitch I only fuck with blues
And I always keep a drake 'cuz it
drama
If we play, Lover
You'll find out why they never stay
Kinda boring when things are okay
So I rock the boat
And I seem to find
That things are fine
Ooh...ooh...ooh...yeah
It seems the lovers win every time
You must hold on to the love that you find
In the world of mass confusion one thing I
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
It seems the lovers win every time
You must hold on to the love that you find
In the world of mass confusion one thing I
growing to do, so I'm working on every layer
I'll take constructive criticism but not from you haters
And I'm good regardless, that's why I stay balling
Hit that boy up needa pack
I only need pressure tell that boy don't lack
These haters is wack I just wanna see
The things that they hate not in them
The things I remember
The niggas I curved, man
I remember when I used to hang with my sister
All my kid sis at jazz lane, the pass lane
The time fly by, by
chopped it down
For newer 20s and blades
As my day goes by
I wish I could close my eyes
And just expose myself to my past
But I suppose I can't change
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