Lyrics:
Broke bitches, your attention don't pay me
Hellcat, powerglide, no Swae Lee
All these diamonds Roc Nation, like Jay-Z
Bitch, you know the game like I'm
get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
Eighty
know I don't understand
Just how your love can do what no one else can
Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's
Got me looking so crazy right
people
My music bangin like vatos locos got rap in a choke hold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
Cállate la boca, my baby
All I wanna
don't care
I'm just trying to get with you
Show me what to freaking do
I ride it like a Maserati me in on your body
I'm just trying to get with you
Show
thanks to
The accident, thanks to god
Thanks to Roc-A-Fella
Jay-Z, Dame Dash, G, my mother
Rhymefest everyone that's helped me
And I plan to celebrate
I
dogg 3 times
Like bub Scarface, T-Loc 1 & 2
Big 40 mick dogg this ones for you
Sammy Parker we ain't forgot about you O.G. cuzz
I'ma show these
You, now it's plain to see,
It ain't to smart fuckin' wit' Murder I-N-C
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Dem Niggaz ain't prepared
For dis shit we prepared
got
with Jay-Z if he wasn't CEO?
Would you be with F-A-be-O if he drove a Neo?
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo?
Well why the hell you
Look in the magazine, the same exact as Jay-Z (Same one)
I'm gettin' money, nigga you straight flea
That bitch be shining thunder up I call it KD
I'm
can't stop
Yeah the girls are in the back blastin' that good ol hip-hop
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope
me what you got, show me what you can do
Show me love, show me everything
I know you've got potential
So baby, let me in and show me love
Show me
and forget?
Come on and kiss me just to show you're glad
Baby, don'cha go away mad
Understand that you're quite upset
What do you say that you forgive
let's go
Bring the drama, that's on my momma
You don't wanna rumble
Jay Rock I'll put you under
(You wanna act tough
Let me see if you really hard
When
the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we ain't dumb
We got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If
away
I'm still hot, I'm still SDot ya'll
Still got millions buried in the sock drawer
Still holdin' my own on the corner nigga
What can't kill me can
your flow?
How right is your dough?
'Cause I'm like that yo, ya heard?
How white is your blow? Holla back
Only, write what you know
Bounce wit me
You know this nigga, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter
G.S. the fuck up, dress the fuck up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the fuck up
All rhymers forget
Uh, just point out the bounce
Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah
Just point out the bounce, yeah
Timbo the king, yeah
Young Hov' the king, yeah
shirt, don't hit me with that church shit
(Bitch) I got a sister who schooled me to shit you chickens do
Tricking fools, got a whole Robin Givens crew
roll
We want your mind to blow
We got some things to do
Just let us hang with you
We some drink for you
My partner Jay's
worse, you similar to Jay-z's album, God gave me the GIFT, and gave you the CURSE.
a nigga rep
Style fresh to death
Show you bitches how to flaunt
And the Yves St laurent, or her Isabel Marant
Like when Jay Z out, tryna take B out
All
I wonder what's been on your mind
Baby I don't know, something strange is going on
Seems you've been so far away
Got to bring you back, next to me
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