Lyrics:
f'real, Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Dame Dash, ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records, uh-huh
Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big
over money
But I be spending this time to obtain the money, ain't it funny how that works?
Flirting with the concept of proper values
Addicted
ain't nothin but beginners, and y'all in the game
But y'all can't ball like Chicago centers
This is it niggaz, get your grip niggaz
It's about
just spit it off the dome
That pen and pad my enemies
We don't get along
I'm like Hova, when he was Jay-Z
I'm big in his prime, it's poetry
Bigger than
the step back
Then I shimmy like Harden and Steph do
Walk in this bitch everybody know me
Stay with the money like Jay wit a Z
Gotta bad bitch slay like
her man
In love with cash
Scratching my hands
Feeling the money
I'm stuck to the bands
So getting to cash
It looks like a chance
To get it all in
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it
many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys
the trial of
(I'm gone)
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.K.a. Jay-Z
(Uhh, uh huh uh, uhh, uh huh uh, uhh)
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
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
on by another kid named Jay
Jay was poppin' junk to Gene at a party
Sent him home in a body bag
Word to mother, that kid Jay was in pain
And Gene got
understand how I think
If only you could understand what I feel
Maybe, I don’t know
You’d be different, you know
(Verse 1 - C. Money)
I was so stuck by love,
roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar
Dynasty
New Jay-Z
Beanie Sigel
Stick to the script
We live money over bitches, nigga, stick to the script (remember where you heard it first)
Cop,
die, can't spit it no more
All my n****z that tusslin, get yours
All my b****es that's makin money, get yours
The world ain't only mine, it's yours
named Lily
Feel like I'm Wheezy A Milli
Compare me to Jay Z way im touching a billy
Pull out the expensive coat yeah its chilly
Potna he play wit them
the Brigada boy
Jay-Z money
Diddy money
Byron Allen money
Music and meets I can't speak
Outlining these blueprints
HOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE
Self made, with
you crazy?
I just stack this money like I'm Jay-Z
I hear all the talking it don't phase me
I can tell a lot of people hate me
They be watching what I'm
100, I double 50 cent
If you wanna talk ish ya derrier gets kicked
Show you who's boss like Feds did Micheal Vick
And show ya how beyonce turned Jay Z
call me Jay
(Z)
Tryna catch the Z’s but I can’t sleep
(No sleep)
Earning money on my mind, it’s elementary
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah)
Money, money I got, money
gotta say jack
'Cause they don't want it like that
Want it like that
Let's make a deal
Can't get no money, boy, cause you can't keep it real
You so fake,
the light
Oh
I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z
Now I feel like I'm runnin' laps around Jay-Z
Nas ain't seen nothing this nasty
B.I.G. & Pac got it coming
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