Lyrics:
and see that you are not too far
I mean oh my god the shiniest star
Dudes drive by and have to stop their car
Man you're sweet like jam inside a jar
You got
à t'appeller Daddy yeah
Baby let me yours we don't gotta slow it down
Life is ours for the taking tonight
One by one we'll conquer
I know you a fighter
So baby
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,
+ (Ja)]
J-A-are (yeah) you-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my b****es with me say)
J-A-are, you-L-E (what's
to move units by the volume
Jay z owe me money
Spotify owe me money
Dame mi dinero
Dame dame mi dinero
Well shit
Google owe me money
And Jeff Bezos owe me
a hoe
Cause yo, the players don't roll like they don't do it
But no one's gonna know that every player's been through it
So buy you some
a hoe
Cause yo, the players don't roll like they don't do it
But no one's gonna know that every player's been through it
So buy you some
rappers ball, but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
You don't know my name
Dolces on my face
Girl just hold my drank
You gone know my name
Jay Baby, that's what I go by
Hit the J baby then you gone
The Mic Tour, 50 Cent, jay Z
That's what everybody talkin' 'bout
In the street, you know what I mean
Ashanti, what's the matter baby? You lookin'
Like
my thong
Body stacked
Yeah, I see em
They be hating
Mad at me
Don't know why
These clappers are the money makers
This the season
I'm the reason
All
Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo
I don’t wanna be your man, bitch (Fuck that)
What you crazy
I don’t wanna be your fuckin' man
You stupid you fuckin' idiot (Drunk
glow in my ice, E-Class
Ladies screamin Jigga you know we ease that, flowin out like Jees-ass
Jay-Z and me holdin the mic
So when you like you find
aint Jay-Z)
You More like a bitch
Then a lady
(Then a lady)
You scratch up my V
Drive me crazy
(Drive me crazy)
If u wanna leave
Don't gotta play me
This next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
And all the whack people who like and buy their whack music
I think you crazy if you like Jay-z
the fuck we gon' do then?
I don't know about you niggas but I'm going out
Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip, kick the door open
Fuck the police
exhale, breathe on it for me)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain
(Uh)
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Bounce,
Blowin' on dat Blue Dream, u need some new weed
J.A.I. B.L.I.Z.Z. let me introduce me
(Show 'em you da truth G)
These haters better proofread
I don't kill
J no Cole
My long term people know my long term goals
Say goodbye to things you know
Don't believe the things your told
When you get cash you hate
mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak
eating good a nigga getting fat
My pockets was on swole but now my pockets getting fat
I'll give you anything treat you like a spoiled brat
Like I'm Jay Z
mothers hamper
cops drop when my glock makes the pow sound
im from a wild town u know my style clown so bow down
word up.. 95 style.. i got my man Jay-Z
in a Mercedes
But that don't make your basic ass Beyonce or Jay-Z
What's happenin'? Obama 'bout to move out the White House
What's happenin'? Couple
do...
This is my life
Born in the home of hip-hop
Not too far from Jay-Z
What can I do about it?
This the culture that raised me
As history repeats
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