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Jay Z
10,472
R&B/Soul
Jay Z was released on July 31, 2015 by Fresh Selects as a part of the album Seven Sundays
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Release DateJuly 31, 2015
LabelFresh Selects
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM125

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SiR
SiR
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Farris
Darryl Farris
Songwriter
J. Pounds
J. Pounds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doc Adam
Doc Adam
Mastering Engineer
J.LBS
J.LBS
Producer
SiR
SiR
Mixing Engineer
William Shakesheapere
William Shakesheapere
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One ounce, two blunts, three seconds
And I'm on the four, oh, five, flying in my six
Got a call from a seven, said she with a nine
If you add 'em up, that's more than a dime
So I hop out front, exit forty-two
Hit down Manchester, Inglewood
City what it do
Got a call from my day one ****, perfect timing
He can have the nine, seven is mine
When you see that body you'll say she's a twenty-nine
But you gotta be blind to see there's more to being fine
Back to the mission, head down bird
Make a left on third
And I'm waiting for my **** as
[Verse 2]
I'm counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z
[Verse 3]
Twenty minutes go by, this **** run out
I ain't even tripping, I'm on his time
We burnout
Head down even, call up the seven
Said we on our way, no need for direction
I know where she live
She used to let me out twelve all up in her ribs
Ooh, how could I forget?
The only one I ever let get away
Finally decided to come out and play
It's ten o' clock when we pull up, I give her a call
Tell her that I made it, her friend open the door
For a split second I forgot who I came for
Told my **** if you really want it, then it's yours
He said he did, so I played my position
Him and number nine disappeared to the kitchen
Number seven tell me how much of a whore her friend is
She rather ride solo 'cause she can't stand bitches
And I remember why I left seven alone
She bad as hell but her heart is cold
Kept her entertained while my **** did his wrong
Thirty minutes later in a scraper and we gone
[Verse 4]
Now I'm counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z
Written by: Darryl Farris, Jason Pounds
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