Nas' Angels... The Flyest (feat. Pharrell)

I come through in a new double R

Listen to smilin' faces

Check out my jewelry piled in your faces

Italian air forces, leather, laces with the basket weave

Iron in your face, so fast from the draft, you'll sneeze

It's the nastiest, flashiest, turn girls to masochist

'Cause I be givin' 'em pain

It's a cold world, I laugh as if

Bernie Mac was snappin' on you

But I ain't a joke

You think I'm here to entertain you?

Fallen angle after them halos

Nobody move till I say so

Take the money out the safe slow

Escape route and I'm out

I cake out like Entenmann's and Breyer's

The flyest

You got to be the flyest

I know your ass is mean like it's trapped in them jeans

But you work it like that

You got to be the flyest

You just take my pumps

While standin' in your pumps

'Cause you can work it like that

You got to be the flyest

You just breathe and stare while I'm pullin' your hair

'Cause you can work it like that

You got to be the flyest

You could be Nas' angel

Let the largest train you, but

You work it like that (Move your waist, girl)

Philly rap on hydro, puffin' on a line, slow

Your CD need me, keep it kickin' like Del Greco

Pull up in the Delano, South Beach, I know

For King Solomon, jury security in the Tahoe

Spandex for money, I stay on the tight

G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight

Elbow out the left window, K's on the right

Canary out her ears, you know she playin' 'em right

Hilton style, billionaire boys club

Braveheart, y'all don't want no war with us

Dump a semi out a Maybach, I made girls bust

When I hit 'em full thrust, full throttle

You got to be the flyest

I know your ass is mean like it's trapped in them jeans

But you can work it like that

You got to be the flyest

You just take my pumps

While standin' in your pumps

'Cause you can work it like that

You got to be the flyest

You just breathe and stare while I'm pullin' your hair

'Cause you can work it like that

You got to be the flyest

You could  be Nas' angel

Let the largest train you, but

You work it like that (Move your waist, girl)

Big livin', what it tastes like

Papes right, used to hate life

To move a eight every night was my passion

Pipe bombs, safes and stashes

Aston's, Rolls Royce's

Cold oysters and lemon sauce, women shaped like horses

I got 'em peelin' out they clothes

Really 'bout this dough

Problem? Hear me out goin' for my still pistol poppin'

Inside my mind's just a mystery school

Brainwash 'em, then fix 'em with my tool

Mami, hit me with some moves

I'm addicted to spinnin'

Dippin' these women in different waters

Watchin' for dudes

With tape recorders on 'em 'cause they informants

I been 'kay with these warmers

Girls harass me and gas me and say I'm enormous

You got to be the flyest

I know your ass is mean like it's trapped in them jeans

But you can work it like that

You got to be the flyest

You just take my pumps

While standin' in your pumps

'Cause you can work it like that

You got to be the flyest

You just breathe and stare while I'm pullin' your hair

'Cause you can work it like that

You got to be the flyest

You could be Nas' angel

Let the largest train you, but

You work it like that (Move your waist, girl)

Yeah, yeah

Move your waist, girl

You could be Nas' angel

You could be Charlie's Angel

Yeah

You could be Nas' angel