Only A Customer

It's the eventual triple platinum **** with the solid gold fade

All that nickel and dime shit don't hold no weight

Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes, you'll see

As you thumb through The Source, I read the Robb Report

Class C, cold me down with the plastic

That's all I ask of you like Raphael Saadiq

At the Hotel Nikko, Robert Duvall suite

My people's eyes through the peep hole

I'm lovin' you down, freak, as I

Shoot through the city like a rumor

Not soon enough to stop 'em from spreadin'

The newspaper heading reads, "JAY-Z breathes, 80 degrees

Only thing to cool him off is a Malibu Bay Breeze"

Can't stop for the Feds, say cheese

You know they wanna take a **** picture

Pray for the day to get ya, but I'ma parlay, stay richer for now

Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while

You know my stomach's gettin' weak from livin' on these streets

For real, I'm tryna oversee it from suites, orderin' eats

At the top where the real criminal minds meet

That's where the cream is, right?

That's where your dream is, well ain't it?

You're only a customer

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

(All night long)

Biatch, Roc-A-Fella, y'all

You're only a customer

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

(All night long)

Roc-A-Fella

Yeah, ayo, my youth had a **** too aggressive, ha

I used to speed excessive, both eyes closed

No thought infested

Hittin' pot holes, cop-os'll snatch you away

What you deem most precious

Had to rethink things, is pinky rings worth

Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing?

I don't know to tell the truth if I'm pressed for dough

Gotta consult Irv Gotti, y'all, heads got to roll

I was raised to live, Lord, I pray you forgive

If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd

What you're facin' is official (It's official)

In most cases, when I'm blazin', won't miss you (Won't miss you)

Case and point made bullshit an issue, I see it to the end

My writing so personal, my heart bleedin' through the pen

Make no mistake about me

It's only one **** livin', I got half a cake about me

I got love, I can kill a friend over fam, not drugs

And very few people understand that love

To make a **** die, bleedin', is nothing

You make a muthafucka die breathin'

Then you say something, biatch

You're only a customer

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

(All night long)

You're only a customer

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

(All night long)

You're only a customer

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

(All night long)

Roc-A-Fella

More flavor than y'all can imagine havin'

Graphic like Sega Saturn, traffic like the Bodega

It just so happens, you caught me at the tail end of my dirt

Brain ain't right from inhalin' the work all my life

Fuck it, greasy I had the whole D.C. high

Pissy off Cristal, 3G high

Seasoned Bugatti, VVSs

Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party

Play yourself, go head, if you don't know the ledge

It's like spittin' to God

Get it in the face, fuckin' with **** over your head

Take your time with me, shifty

Used to make the coke stretch like a sample in a 950

Shit with that, while I'm on a Kawasaki bike

At the light doin' a pike with a bitch on the back

Take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype

In 35-slow-mo, with the Roc-A-Fella logo

Acapulco to Aruba, Bay Breezes and caviar beluga

Very little loot eludes us

In the grayish, blueish L-E-X coupe

It's the root of evil in these people

You're only a customer

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

(All night long)

You're only a customer

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

(All night long)

Roc-A-Fella

Futuristic shit