Uh-huh, yeah hah   Never sprung huh?   Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all   Never sprung huh?   Yeah, peep the repertoire   Peoples, feel me on this one   Peoples, feel this   Never sprung huh? Know my style      I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches   Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches   Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches   Can't knock your hustle for real, exotic bitches   I'm game tight, 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, U.S. to the U.S.S.R.   Sexin' in a Lexus car   Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all   Is like vegetables in my presence, check it   Reminescin' to nuttin' 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, it's on      Dough to get, more shows to rip   I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit   Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick   More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit      Can't scheme on 'em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on 'em   Chicks dream on him trick cream on him   Lose it when dudes think it's just music   Lean on 'em, flash green on 'em and diamond rings on 'em   Sex around the way girls down to mida's   I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's   Chiquita, me got more, see I brawl   You can love me or hate me, either or      I'ma stay winnin', rock the custom drop Bentleys   Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny   Can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave   Just as quick, Indian give, ha-hah   Now what I look like? Givin' a chick half my trap   Like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin' that   You be the same chick when you leave me   The bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit      Dough to get, more shows to rip   I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit   Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick   More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit      Here's somethin niggaz gon' find, not at all funny   We takin' all ya bitches, takin' all ya money   Jay-Z rated A.G. 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 tee   When I hit it with this club love you comin' with me   Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall   Kinda tipsy, seein' triple, so I'm fuckin' y'all   You remind me of this dream I had the night before   I'm kinda hopin' the condom break to have a reason to go raw      I'm playin', hit the showers, hit the money spot   Where all the models play and 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 somethin' 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, slow down baby   You dealin' with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on      Dough to get, more shows to rip   I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit   Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick   More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit      Dough to get, more shows to rip   I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit   Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick   More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit      Dough to get, more shows to rip   I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit   Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick   More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit      Dough to get, more shows to rip   I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit   Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick   More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit      Beyatch! Fucka   Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia   Recognize, realize, it's on   Roc the block y'all   Laugh   It's on