[Intro (Nas sample)]   Presidents to represent me (Get money!)   I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)   I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)   I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)      [Jay-Z]   Well I always spit that, wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate   shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit   Live out my dreams, until my heart give out   Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about   Fuck y'all mean? Handlin' since a teen I dish out   like the point guard off your favorite team without doubt   My life ain't rosy but I roll with it   My mind was fine until the dough hit it and told me that the mo' did it   And now it's kosher shit is so acidic   I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches   Watch how I'm walkin cause even the thoroughest niggas be knockin   tryin to strike a bargain hoping that they might get pardoned   Shit I'm involved with got me pins and needles   And my cerebral be's the wickedess evil thoughts that this martyr feed you   Feedback, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya   Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe that?   Got the city drinkin' Crystals, re'up the fee   Rappers goin' broke, tryin to keep up with me   My rise to riches surprised the bitches - think harder   You know this nigga, Jay-Z; Shawn Carter   G.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck up   Watch me shine like a bright, lemme gets the fuck up   All rhymers forget it like Alzhiemers   Small timers, I said it, I'm addressin all dramas   Talk to me      [Chorus (Nas sample) 2x]   I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)   I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)   I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)   I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)         [Jay-Z]   So sick of niggas, I want money like Cosby who wouldn't?   This' the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'   Niggas got them kinda dreams from Jet   You in the streets nigga make your moves, get your mil'   Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail   Niggas'll, roast a L but, scared to throw your toast, well   I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell   there's heaven, then there's hell niggas   One day your cruisin in your 7 next day your sweatin forgettin your lies   Alibis ain't matchin up, bullshit catchin up   Hit with the rico, they repo your vehico'   Everything was all good just a week ago   'Bout to start bitchin' ain't you? Ready to start snitchin' ain't you?   I'll forgive your weak ass, hustlin' just ain't you   Aside from the fast cars; honey's that shake they   ass at bars you know you wouldn't be involved   with the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers   East coast bodiers, west coast cap peelers   Little monkey niggas turn gorillas   Stopped in the station; filled up on octane   and now they not sane and not playin' that goes without sayin'   Slayin' day in and day out with money playin' and then they play you out   Tryin' to escape my own mind, lurkin' the enemy   Representin' infinite with presidencies, you know?      [Bridge (Nas sample)]   Dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)   Dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)   Dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)   Dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)      [Chorus x2]