or
Jay-Z

I keep it fresher than the next b****
No need for you to ever sweat the next b****
With speed, I make the best b**** see the exit
Indeed, you gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your a** tighter than Versace that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
They conniving s***
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my after life
Laugin' my s*** is tight
You who askin' right

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Ain't no n**** like the one I got
No one can f*** you betta'
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
(man of they own, man of they own)

Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrounding your feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep
I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken and
You can't change a players game in the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinning keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the f*** up in 'em
And wrinkle the face like linnin'
I play hardah till they say God
He's keepin' it real jigga stay hard
Lord don't even trip
I never slip, n**** what you don't see is what'cha get
Weapons concealed what the f*** y'all feel
When you n**** play sick we can all get ill
Whats the deal?

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Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love you know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep

What up boo, just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and s***, back rubs in the French tubs
Mackin' this b****, wifey n****
So when you flip that coke
Remember them days you was dead broke
But now your style and I raised you
Basically made you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and s***
You know my p**** is all that
Thats why I get begets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin' bells
So who the player? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I f*** the best a s***
Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a f*** about how you move with them other mami's
I push the Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
F*** them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters
Before this rap s***
When you was in letters and bulls*** berettas
And eek cla**es with mo in the gla**es
Shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's
Now all your mens' up in your Benz's
High post, I swear you be killin' me
Playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks
Cause you proved who was your wiz
When you was spinnin' that b****
I took a little when you was up north
Your commissary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island
All them collects have me vexed
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks
Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip c***ed the green and the s***
F***'s no, I see half the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars

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Written by LAMBERT, DENNIS EARLE / POTTER, BRIAN / MOON, AUGUST / THOMAS, TYRONE L.
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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