Lyrics:
the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z
And I'm in my Sack
And I'm getting cash
You check they account and that shit looking sad
They browning money from mommy and Dad
These Hoes mad Hoes mad
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
Meenie Minie Moe
Chase them figures to and fro
Would-be ballers, buying hos!
Let everybody know!
Eenie Meenie Minie Moe
Catch that stripper by the toe
If
Haters nigga, Sqad Up nigga
Fuck JAY-Z, nah my nigga, I
Fucks wit' JAY-Z, sorry
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck JAY-Z, no no no, I
Fucks wit'
and mortages on houses)
We straight banksta'z (we add and multiply cash by the thousands)
[Prodigal Sunzini]
We bank up with money bags and bring trucks
Figure as days pass, make more cash
And I push everything from E to H-class
Four years ago I couldn't go to a show
I was standin' on the corner
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
the microphone or track, I make the booth bleed
Ask about that boy Blizz style Stupid
Minneapolis TI, Minnesota Jay-Z
Twin Cities Lil Wayne, fuck you pay me
Sold
to hot to be placed in a box
Life always gave me seeds what you hearing is the crops
Distracted by ass like Sir Mix A Lot
They gon throw these hoes at me
Thug]
Ha, we boss hoggin and makin paper, your stock's fallin (cheah)
Get money, then get more, while y'all stallin (stallin)
I just bought 'em, them fos
on the wall, white babes on the call
Spanish joints on the call, white grape on the pour up
Champagne when you see us, man came from to see us
Jay-Z and Penny
and I feel that
'cause God when you really need it, where the love at?
That's why a lot of n****z got more faith in they gat
Freeze that like
these hoes like Santas do
I kill every one of my features
I spend all my money on divas
My pockets on yella bands
Just like a beeper
They found Max
Yeah, hustler music
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I
blood money dirty Cash
Brought my matte black jeep
I Use to skip out on cabs
Went from giving no dough to given limos
To get to shows either way I'm
my step
Money owe me like that nigga lost a bet
Can't wait to blow her back, she blanking
Burn these hoes in my pocket
Cash speed and lighting up
I'm
know how it goes, money, hoes and clothes)
You know my motto though man (It's still M.O.B. though)
(What's your motto?) Listen
(I'm in love again) I
to show off
Show off
They know Moe Black
He gone go off
Go off
We brought them hoes it's a hoe off
Damn
And we dubbing the show if they low ball
Yeah
[the Jay-Z and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O'Neal's "No Love Lost"]
what the hell...what the hell...
check check check check it out
what
f'real, Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Dame Dash, ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records, uh-huh
Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big
keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'
Niggas is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not
I just
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
keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'
Niggas is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not
I just
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