Lyrics:
feat. Geda K, Jay-Z, Lil' Cease
[Into: (Memphis Bleek)]
Ya know, it's the... ROC (bounce)
Yea I see ya, let's go... drop one
Yeah, Yo, Yo..
call me Jay
(Z)
Tryna catch the Z’s but I can’t sleep
(No sleep)
Earning money on my mind, it’s elementary
promise ima eat
Yeah I'm always gon be eating and
I always get my money right
Always get my money right
Always get my money right
Never have a money fight
Cause I be balling out like it's a holiday
Got a pocket full of that stripper money
Every chance I get paid I say
Mami what your staring for?
You wanna
Uhhhhhuh uhuh uhuh
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow like propylene (P-P-P-P-Propylene)
Yeah shorty tryna be like Jay & Be (J-J-Jay)
Yeah I just want my money fuck you
Verse
1. Being broke, is not funny, that's a hard life
2. Knock the hustle, by Jay-Z , change my life
3. He the reason I'm smart, make me think
nobody to you
Uh, yes
It's so crazy right now
Most incredibly, it's your girl, B (yes, woo)
It's your boy, Young
You ready?
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh,
of my money don't do no fraud
I say black lives matter, but ion really fuck with people
Smoke a wood all by myself and i get higher then a eagle
And this
comes to sleepers but a dream
So I'm on my Method Man shit about my cream
You know what I mean
Business proposing
Weather from by the ocean
Your team
shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem get your damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not
You wouldn't get far *** them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up, ladies
You wouldn't get far if you kept your legs closed
It would be
real niggas stuck in the street game
'Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass
real niggas stuck in the street game
'Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass
Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little
Jay-Z shirt
Fuckin' with the turf
I'm puffin' on that Smurf, fuck you, come holler
And tellin' Papa, "Put away your dollars, your son got chopppers"
Jay-Z shirt
Fuckin' with the turf
I'm puffin' on that Smurf, fuck you, come holler
And tellin' Papa, "Put away your dollars, your son got chopppers"
down priorities are all over the place and shit
Stress levels rise and that J gets lit
Try on shoes that Jay Z fit
Fuck all that complacent shit
I'm
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
'Cause every time I turn on the news
I see a blac kman gettin' cuffed by blues
It's like a fight fixed, you throw a right kick
In the daytime get bashed
You can't tell me nothing
Still ain't really got no money fucking right
I'm all about that real, about that real
This ain't no motion picture
I tell
bouta wife no hoe
Excuse me I'm just tryna get my money long
These niggas actin like some hoes jumpin' right from jAy to Z
I know I'm a legend but I
bouta wife no hoe
Excuse me I'm just tryna get my money long
These niggas actin like some hoes jumpin' right from jAy to Z
I know I'm a legend but I
ain't got it, I got it
I get it
I only give it to those who really live it
Like Jay-Z, the Game
And my dogs that really did it
Like Kweli, like Common
maestro, and my flow
Eliminates the comp like Geico,
Insurance - just for your body's endurance
You get more for your money, or your partyin purest
So
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