Lyrics:
Ain't no more waiting on niggas,
Either u on by yourself or u not on at all they mistake for niggas,
Yeah,
Done being helpful,
Fuck am I nice to these
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
the all-black truck (what?)
Tryin' not to push my luck (what?)
God got a nigga on tuck (what?)
But ain't no tellin' what's up (hey)
Devil got a funny way
nigga
With the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit
Don't hold no weight
Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see)
As you thumb through
the game
It's kind of fucked up-
How none of these niggas don't know my name
I mean
You niggas playing instruments at Jay-Z show
Say I'm your nigga
How you
nigga just gon' put your ass on silent
She think she the flyest, hell yeah I'm the pilot
Choesen One, Golden Child ain't no denying that
Like when she
ain't heard? I'm unfuckinwitable
Boy, you a wankster, you ain't even lit enough
I don't got no involvement but they hit 'em up
Three mill' a year what
on ya head
Like a breadhead no sah babii
Im tryna fuck on a lady
Got a woman like jay z
Uhhn that is beyonce
Ill put my trust in beyonce
Told her dont
shit is fugazi
Just open yo' magazine, see my picture by Jay-Z
Brand new Mercedes, Los Angeles made me
Pull up at the Shell, playin' D'Angelo, Lady
thank god cause I didn't Get Jack for my whip
And I ain't even had to reach For My hip no set trippin' today
I got Hug By a crip by a crip
What can I say
Cardi
Pussy hella tight ain’t sorry, uh
Pussy hella tight ain’t sorry
You fucking Hellcat baby
Excuse me Miss like Jay-Z
Crazy in love
Don’t play me
No no
sweatin' grindin' this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch
Fuck 007, I work 24/7
Ain't got time to bond with no bitch
Heard Jay-Z got a new Cognac, where
poverty I come from them rags
99 problems I feel like I'm Jay Z
The way that they switch up is really amazing
I try so hard to not let it phase me
Stay
know it's a foreign
When I pull a car like JAY-Z
I'm good on any Malcolm X Boulevard
(I'm good everywhere, nigga)
Yeah, I was in the trenches
We was
stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens
like a young nigga Jay-Z
Know a lotta niggas mad that they ain't me
So I never tote a gun with the safety
When I pick up that mop and line up the opps
Please close the door
Please close the door
Please close the door
Please close the door
Ain't no more jays in the house
Serve them hoes through the window
These niggas don't beez in the trap
They like bees in this track
Just smoked out
I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out
Get choked out fo'rilly
I'm on a low key no need for cast
U know where came from nigga that's why I'ma strong
Some call me the prince
But I ain't got no throne in the street
where yo ass was at
When I was broke and I ain't have a meal
I'm trynna get that jay z money it's been a hard knock life
But you won't see me runnin
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
got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
Jay-Z taught me money ain't
Yooooooo
Just in case I do
We back baby
King
cye
Tell me what you want
I keep the smithen on me I aint gotta pop a trunk
Jay-z and Beyonce they all
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