Lyrics:
money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z
20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
would kill to be where they are
" until you get here and you are
Like, "Oh my god! Lord, is this the
Price I have to pay if I
Really want this?" And he's
money we drip on the titan
Feeling like Jay-Z Kanye West we the best aye
We need to encore, hustle before I tattoo
On my thang thank god
I'm not black
cuf Percocette und Wine bald auf dem Level von Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Hustlin' fo the Millons and fulfillin' my Daydreams (eh, eh)
Ich gehe krank auf diesen
even when Jay-Z was lukewarm
I was gettin' my loot on, nigga I'm too strong
Eat til the food's gone, they placed me on this earth
The twin brother
ticka-ticka-ticka like Jay-Z
I'm slim shady with rabies
Nasa one, bout to go crazy
Like McGrady in the fourth
This gonna be unforgettable like Sway Lee
I was last,
And
They showed you how you felt feelings matter
Bruh it's a new world it's a
New world, Barack it's a new world JAY-Z ayy
Don't send killers
At my head,
on!
The song changes to: Jay-Z - Takeover
ROC, we runnin' this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we runnin' this rap shit
B mac, we runnin' this rap shit
dedicate myself to the spirit world my God just found lil Jay I was source I was torn I was lied
Just found by God in devils gate now I know my God who live
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
the finger waves, work it, JT
Handle bars like a fade, watch me work it, JT
I'm at large, running plays like a circuit, JT
I'm selling verses, Jay Z, watch
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
the 4ckn music on. It's a non stop
Ain't no bus-stop. Ain't no riot
911. Oh my God! Never call the cops
Let your mummy talk. Or your daddy talk
Stop saying
I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive
Thank God For Jay Electra, he down with the mission
Did it with with no permission, on our own
on your hand it hurt me so
I remember you were sixteen on
The TV screen with Wyclef
Were you my type? Oh God, yes
I was impressed you was like "No, no, no
eat basics for breakfast and bad bitches for brunch
I’m on some next shit
I’m that Lana had a daughter with Madonna and A Tribe Called Quest bitch
Oh my God, Oh
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
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
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh,
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
all y'all
I feel like I am a God
I feel like I am the one
I feel like I can go far
Oh my god I keep it real
Keep the onyx keep the steel
The gang with
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