Lyrics:
to the Grammy Awards, ha ha
You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You wouldn't get far, if you kept your
though
I keep that energy that everybody equal
But learn this lesson
Time is everything I mean that
Don’t be impatient
Wait your turn and get some feedback
good about yourself right now, huh?
(Satisfy) is has come to you (yeah, 6ix)
Hold up let me get it now
Bitch, I'm here to win it now
L-O-G-I-C, I'm
want to switch sides
Tricks hide in war
Last year, I'd shed tears
But I don't cry no more
Plus Jay-Z tried to play me, won't last long
Go ask King Sun
is rough
But hey, nobody said that you was put here to play
So just be a mack like me (Jay Tee)
Get signed to Rated Z and get paid correctly
I make
is rough
But hey, nobody said that you was put here to play
So just be a mack like me (Jay Tee)
Get signed to Rated Z and get paid correctly
I make
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
the streets would of made us
We making money, but we never let it change us
Throw your hood up, everybody get crunked up
Parking lot we dropped up,
soul provides you with an afterlife
Close you're casket tight
Take you're last two deep breaths and pass the mic
To Jay-Z nigga, That's Right
me?) Fo' sho'
(She replied, eyes open wide) Uhhhh
(Put that on everything?) I put that on my life
(Right)
Chorus
[Jay-Z], (Foxy Brown)
If I needed
Jay Jay, Rock Rock, K-K Dot Dot hoe
(hold up hold up)
Pump your breaks right now before
It be too late, bow down
Young Dubb I got it young rock I got
to charity
So it's humbling when I ask you to pay me
But it's frustrating y'all want Witte to play free
But you open your wallet and throw money at Jay Z
But
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
of this
I'm so sick of- look at this shit that you're getting on
I'm so sick of them just rubbing money right in your face!
Oh is it- it's for- it's for
We on a world tour
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
I'm tryna stack it up Jay-Z
Ball like KD
Slim lil bitch with me no shady
I'm finna pipe now she going crazy
Put her to sleep like Rockabye baby
Go
[Intro - Jay-Z]
Yes!
It's so crazy right now!
Most incredibly, it's ya girl, Bee,
It's ya boy, young.
[Intro - Beyonce:]
You ready?
Uh oh, uh oh, uh
[Intro - Jay Z]
Yes!
It's so crazy right now!
Most incredibly, it's ya girl, Bee,
It's ya boy, young.
[Intro - Beyonce:]
You ready?
get your bitch get dicked down right after she get ate like knife in her
Have her screamin' THUG LIFE in her
Her face look better with my pipe in it
twitch off Jay Z
Ho's in animal skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt (woo)
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar
if you traumed up
Dom Perrignon'ed up
Niggas from where want what?
One slip'll get your cherry bombed up
I got heavy arm
And my niggas Homicide
if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch jays got the
Chevrolet shaking
[Chorus:]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all
leaking
Aight, back to my man Jay-Z here
(Jay-Z) as soon as I grab it
I eat it up like a savage
And no I don't have it
I get it together like a marriage
money get money
Wake up to the money go and get mo money all I know is get money get money
Put a price on your head if you play with me bread
Yeah i'm
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