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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Justin Smith
Songwriter
J. Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Catch up, ****
[Verse 1]
Damn, you fadin', Hov', how you gave 'em that?
Audemar Piguet with the alligator strap
Sick of y'all **** with your Now and Later raps
Rap about it now, hope you get it later
Do a couple shows, hope you **** is savin' up
I'll show you how to do this, son
But this particular watch be a one of one
That means none before it, none to come
The homies that's rappin' be the only one that has it
I'll show you how to do this, son
You ain't heard? I push the six when the fives is out
You can't fight me, in the Porsche I'll box you out
I'll show you how to do this, son
We don't drive X5s, we give 'em to baby mamas
Push the big top that shaped like a Kansas chicken snack box
I get it crackin' when I'm backin' out the garage
A three-sixty drop Ferrar', shutdown Manhattan
Bucket low, like fuck it though
Night's on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it though
I'll show you how to do this, son
****, I'm a check writer, you're royalty receivers
Y'all eatin' off Per Diem on the low like a caesar
Pay your taxes, y'all **** hustlin' backwards
I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard
I'll show you how to do this, son
How you want it, my jeans is 300
These ain't Diesel, ****, these is Evisu
Top is Roc, you know the rest
A big bucket of frozen water on my chest
I'll show you how to do this, son
Listen, man, get a crate, some crackers, some house slippers
A newspaper, look out boy, and get your chips up
Or get a gun, a mask, an escape route
Some duct tape'll make 'em take you to the house
And Ma, don't give him nothing unless he's treatin' you special
Soon he'll get desperate and go down and bless you
And when he come up for air with a mouth full of hair
Just grab your Coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah
I'll show you how to do this, hon
Look, think big, fuck gettin' your nails done
Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son
Don't let 'em give you hard dick and bubble gum
Make him cop the Lex bubble 2001, hon
I'll show you how to do this, hon
And if your man got you baggin' up, it could be worse
Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse
Written by: Justin Smith, Shawn Carter