Intro:

Ha ha ha ha Roc a Fella y'all

Futuristic shit beeotch

Uh what the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha

Verse 1:

Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold fade

All that nickle 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 Ride report

Class C cold me down with the plastic

That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq

At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val 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 news

Paper headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"

the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze

Can't sop for the feds, say cheese

You know they wanna take a nigga picture

Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now

Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while

YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real

Tryin' to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats

At the top where the criminal minds meet

That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't

it?)

Hook:

You're only a customer (uh)

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

You spend money all night long

"All night long" - Mary J. Blige

Verse 2:

A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive

I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed

No thought infested

Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight

But your game most precious

Had to rethink things, is pinky ring worth

Life on the run and time serve