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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Foxy Brown
Foxy Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
August Moon
August Moon
Songwriter
Brian Potter
Brian Potter
Songwriter
D. Lambert
D. Lambert
Songwriter
Inga DeCarlo Fung Marchand
Inga DeCarlo Fung Marchand
Songwriter
Jonathan Burks
Jonathan Burks
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Tyrone Thomas
Tyrone Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaz-O
Jaz-O
Producer
Joe Quinde
Joe Quinde
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Foxy Brown What? Jay-Z, what I keep it fresher than the next bitch No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver You gotcha own '96 suh-in, the ride And keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me, they connivin' shit The first chance to crack the bank They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs 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 eight seconds Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my shit is tight Who you askin', right? Ain't no nigga like the one I got (No one can fuck 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 (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha) Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own Man o' they own, man o' they own (Yea, yea) Fresh to Def in Moschino, coach bag Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks Got you a beeper to feel important Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love You know these ho's 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 'n' You can't change a player's game in the ninth innin' The chrome rim spinnin' keeps 'em grinnin' So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linen I play hard-eh till they say God He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay hard Lawd, don't even trip I never slip, nigga, get a grip What you don't see is whatcha get Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel? When you niggas play sick we can all get ill (What the deal?) Ain't no nigga like the one I got (No one can fuck 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 (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha) Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own Man o' they own, man o' they own Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie Promise to stay monogamous, I try But love, you know these ho's 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 shit, back rubs in the French tub Mackin' this bitch, wifee, nigga So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was dead broke But now you're style and I raised you Basically, made you into a don Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the pussy is all that That's why I get bagets five carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin' On how I fuck the best o' shit Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis I push da Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap shit When you was in levers and bullshit berettas And eek classes with mo in the glasses, 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 'Cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin' How you livin' large on the island, all them collects have me vex 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 cocked the green and the shit Fucks no, I see half o' the dough Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars Ain't no nigga like the one I got (No one can fuck 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 (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha) Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own Man o' they own, man o' they own Ain't no nigga like the one I got (No one can fuck 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
Writer(s): Tyrone L. Thomas, Dennis Earle Lambert, Brian Potter, August Moon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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