[Intro: Jay-Z (Amil)]
This how I creep up on that ass
(Just Blaze)
See how the beat is building? I creep on your ass
(Just Blaze)
Let me show y'all what the fuck I mean
Uh uh, Jigga man, ya heard?
Amillion, ya heard?
Roc-A-Fella, ya heard?
The Dynasty, let's go!

[Hook 1: Jay-Z (Amil)]
All my ladies (that's right)
You pop Cris' (that's right)
You a hot bitch (that's right)
Make that n***a trick (that's right)
Get that dough ma (that's right)
Let 'em know ma (that's right)
Soon as you learn how to drive make' em put you in a 5 mami

[Hook 2: Amil (Jay-Z)]
Yo you got dough (that's right)
Let it show (that's right)
If the moneys slow (that's right)
You know the rest yo (buck buck buck)
For my thug n***as (right)
Bust a slug n***as (right)
Fuck that get money show love n***as
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Jigga man got Grammys so grams cops cannot stand me
Ladies want me to put cock in they hot panties
Big man on campus, 6 sedan
Over 100 million made, n***as, shipped and scanned
N***as cannot stop, knocking that Big, Pac
Banging that Big Pun, popping my big gun, quick
Run, duck as soon as the gun bust
Forget where I'm from? Be coughing your lungs up
Robin hood in a big truck
Picking the bums up
I never know when I can be down my dumb luck
But the flow so tough I've been beating the drums up
Been hot so long like I'm heating the sun up
On the come up, ones is up, begging n***as to run up
So I can take this heat and bang you to next Summer
Number one rapper, dippin' mo mos'
Don't make me come press ya, with this fofo, n***a

[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]

[Verse 2: Amil]
Amillion make a lot of tricks (hop skip)
The hottest whip (copped it)
Prada shit (rocked it)
Got the Cris' (pop it)
Can Ma spit? (locked it)
The Roca clique (goddess)
Like Jay's part two, get props where props due
Give you something you can feel (huh)
Can't keep still (huh)
Tryin' ta see a mill' (huh)
Dollar dollar bills (huh)
Five inch heels (huh)
Bitches wanna grill (huh)
Me and my labelmates be making these cats hate
Oh come come now
Wanna know where I'm from now
Her's a little run-down
BK to Uptown
Pockets kinda plump now
Haters get the thumbs down
No need for all that, I never keep small stacks
Alright y'all lights out
Floss with the ice out
Brag with the price out
Red I flights out
Overseas hideout
Raw inside out
My bitches time to slide out
It's ladies night out
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
In the trunk Rocawear, n***a, I got clothes
Stop it, I got hoes
Black, Asian, Malaysian, Spanish, Mulattoes
Look, I got whips
4.6
6 drop shits
Bentley cockpits
While y'all pop shit
Any n***a that tell you money is the root of all evil ain't got shit
You a lying bitch
You rather live poor, I rather die rich
'Nough said

[Verse 4: Amil]
Mami girl keep the 'do rap
You know bag and shoes match
Get n***as for a few stacks
Quick to run through that
Broke n***as, boo that
Bought my whole crew Plat'
The record I don't play around, bitch I lay it down
Shit I only roll wit
Those who can go get
6 double 0 whips
N***as that hold tips
Ice had ya hoes trip
Daddy let ya dough flip
Fuck with no scrubs
Go collect them dubs
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]