Jay Z

One ounce, two blunts, three seconds

And I'm on the four, oh, five, flying in my six

Got a call from a seven, said she with a nine

If you add 'em up, that's more than a dime

So I hop out front, exit forty-two

Hit down Manchester, Inglewood

City what it do

Got a call from my day one ****, perfect timing

He can have the nine, seven is mine

When you see that body you'll say she's a twenty-nine

But you gotta be blind to see there's more to being fine

Back to the mission, head down bird

Make a left on third

And I'm waiting for my **** as

I'm counting my money, smoking my weed

Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z

Counting my money, smoking my weed

Counting my money, smoking my weed

Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z

Twenty minutes go by, this **** run out

I ain't even tripping, I'm on his time

We burnout

Head down even, call up the seven

Said we on our way, no need for direction

I know where she live

She used to let me out twelve all up in her ribs

Ooh, how could I forget?

The only one I ever let get away

Finally decided to come out and play

It's ten o' clock when we pull up, I give her a call

Tell her that I made it, her friend open the door

For a split second I forgot who I came for

Told my **** if you really want it, then it's yours

He said he did, so I played my position

Him and number nine disappeared to the kitchen

Number seven tell me how much of a whore her friend is

She rather ride solo 'cause she can't stand bitches

And I remember why I left seven alone

She bad as hell but her heart is cold

Kept her entertained while my **** did his wrong

Thirty minutes later in a scraper and we gone

Now I'm counting my money, smoking my weed

Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z

Counting my money, smoking my weed

Counting my money, smoking my weed

Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z