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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Willis
David Willis
Songwriter
Jeff Lorber
Jeff Lorber
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ski
Ski
Producer
Joe Quinde
Joe Quinde
Mixing Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh, yeah ha, never sprung huh?
Jigga, Rockafella y'all, ugh, never sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peoples, feel me on this one
People, feel this, never sprung huh?
Know my style
[Verse 1]
I love bitches, thug bitches
Shy bitches, rough bitches
Don't matter, you're my bitches
Gold diggers, with your eyes on my riches
Can't knock your hustle for reals
Aight, bitches?
I'm game tight, uh, see it all through the platinum French frames
With the French name in the same night
Pull you and your tight friend
Lift your little dress like light wind, hah
Then I slide right in
You know the whole repertoire US to the USSR
Sexing in a Lexus car
Match wits with the best of y'all
The rest of y'all's like vegetables in my presence
Check it, reminiscing of nothing you ever heard
Iceberg, slim baby, ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in lump sums, never ends deferred
Get money like I'm down South, Wednesday the 3rd is on
[Chorus]
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique
Who you with?
Frozen wrists and flows that sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch
Who you with?
[Verse 2]
Can't scheme on 'em, Rockafella got a team on 'em
Chicks dream on 'em, chick cream on 'em
Lose it when dudes think it's just music
Lean on 'em, flash green on 'em, and diamond rings on 'em
Sexy 'round the wait, girls, down to meet eyes
All of a sudden, every girl gotta have like Levis, chiquita?
Mi amore, see, I roll
You can love me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay winning, rock the custom drive Bentleys
Never eat a Dennys, and party like little Pennies
Can you live? Trick or main chick, but if she leave
Just as quick, Indian give, ha ha
Now, what I look like, giving a chick half my trap?
Like she wrote half my raps
Yeah, I'm having that, you be the same chick
When you leave, leave the bank book, and the credit cards
And take everything you came with (It's on)
[Chorus]
Dough to get more, shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique
Who you with?
Frozen wrist and flows that sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch
Who you with?
[Verse 3]
Here's something **** gon' find not at all funny
We taking all y'all bitches, taking all y'all money
Jay-Z, rated AG, baby, that's all good, I sink this ball in your hole
I'm Tiger Woods
If the money was the grass, and your ass was the tee
When I hit it with this club, love, you coming with me
Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall
Kinda tipsy, so you triple, so I'm fucking y'all all
You remind me of this dream I had the night before
I'm kinda hoping the condom break, then have a reason to go raw
I'm playing, hit the showers, hit the money spot
Where all the models is playing, big money is dropped
Drop the top, let her feel the moonlight, it entranced her
She jumped all in my seat like some private dancer
I tell you something new
If you don't hop down off that butter-soft shit with your shoes
I'ma step on the gas
She laughed, put her ass back in the proper place
She said I played my cards right, and look, I got the ace
I told her "Boom!
Slow down, baby
You dealing with a baller who whole 'round crazy"
[Chorus]
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique
Who you with?
Frozen wrists and flows that sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch (Yeah)
Who you with?
[Chorus]
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique
(Yeah) Who you with?
Frozen wrists and flows that sick (What?)
More O's than you know exist, bitch
Who you with?
[Chorus]
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique
Who you with?
Frozen wrists and flows that sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch
Who you with?
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique
Who you with?
Frozen wrists and flows that sick
More O's than you know exist, biatch
Who you with?
[Outro]
Fucker, Jigga
'97 shit, next millenium
Recognize, realize
It's on, rapper black y'all
I'm laughing, it's on
[Outro]
Hey JAY-Z, hi, this is ****
I just want to call and apologize for the things that I was saying to you
You know, that was kinda, you know, kinda ridiculous that I was saying, you know
And I um, I just wanted to thank you for giving Tata the message for me
We can still be cool, it was nice meeting with you
Bye
Written by: Shawn Corey Carter
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