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That's Right

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R&B/Soul

That's Right was released on September 13, 2000 by Roc-A-Fella/Columbia as a part of the album All Money Is Legal

Song Details

AlbumAll Money Is Legal

Release DateSeptember 13, 2000

LabelRoc-A-Fella/Columbia

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Amil

Performer

JAY-Z

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Amil Kahala Whitehead

Amil Kahala Whitehead

Composer

Shawn Carter

Composer

Lionel Evans

Composer

Justin Smith

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Amil

Co-Producer

Just Blaze

Producer

G. Roberson

Co-Producer

Shawn Carter

Executive Producer

Damon Dash

Executive Producer

Kareem "Biggs" Burke

Kareem "Biggs" Burke

Executive Producer

Supa Engineer "Duro"

Supa Engineer "Duro"

Mixing Engineer

Pat Viala

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

This how I creep up on that ass

See how the beat is building, I creep up on your ass

(Just Blaze)

Let me show y'all what the fuck I mean

Uh uh, Jigga man, you heard?

Amillion, you heard?

Roc-A-Fella, you heard?

The Dynasty, let's go

[Verse 2]

All my ladies (That's right)

You pop Cris' (That's right)

You a hot bitch (That's right)

Make that **** 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

[Verse 3]

Yo, you got dough (That's right)

Let it show (That's right)

If the money's slow (That's right)

You know the rest, yo (Buck, buck, buck)

For my thug **** (Yeah)

Bust a slug **** (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck that, get money, show love, ****

[Verse 4]

Jigga man got Grammys, sold 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, ****, shipped and scanned

**** cannot stop knockin' that Big Pac

Bangin' that Big Pun shit, poppin' 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

Pickin' the bums up

I never know when I can be down on my dumb luck

But the flow so tough, I've been beatin' the drums up

Been hot so long, like I'm heatin' the sun up

On the come up, ones is up, beggin' **** 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 you with this .44, ****

[Verse 5]

Ladies (That's right)

You pop Cris' (That's right)

You a hot bitch (That's right)

Make that **** 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, mama

[Verse 6]

Yo, you got dough (That's right)

Let it show (That's right)

If the money's slow (That's right)

You know the rest yo (Buck)

For my thug **** (Right)

Bust a slug **** (Right)

Fuck that, get money, show love, ****

[Verse 7]

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)

Tryna see a mill' (Huh)

Dollar dollar bills (Huh)

Five inch heels (Huh)

Bitches wanna grill (Huh)

Me and my labelmates be makin' these cats hate

Oh, come, come now

Wanna know where I'm from now

Here'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

All right, y'all, lights out

Floss with the ice out

Brag, put the price out

Red eye flights out

Overseas hideout

Raw inside out

My bitches time to slide out

It's ladies night out

[Verse 8]

For my ladies (That's right)

You pop Cris' (That's right)

You a hot bitch (That's right)

Make that **** 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, mama

[Verse 9]

Yo, you got dough (That's right)

Let it show (That's right)

If the money's slow (That's right)

You know the rest, yo (Buck)

For my thug **** (Right)

Bust a slug **** (Right)

Fuck that, get money, show love, ****

[Verse 10]

In the trunk Rocawear, ****, 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 **** that tell you money's the root of all evil, ain't got shit

You a lyin' bitch

You rather live poor, I'd rather die rich

'Nough said

[Verse 11]

Mami, girl keep the 'do rap

You know bag and shoes match

Get **** for a few stacks

Quick to run through that

Broke ****, boo that

Bought my whole crew Plat'

For the record, I don't play around, bitch, I lay it down

Shit, I only roll with

Those who can go get

6 double 0 whips

**** that hold tips

Ice head to toe tips

Daddy let that dough flip

Fuck with no scrubs

Go collect them dubs

[Verse 12]

All my ladies (That's right)

You pop Cris' (That's right)

You a hot bitch (That's right)

Make that **** 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, mama

[Verse 13]

Yo, you got dough (That's right)

Let it show (That's right)

If the money's slow (That's right)

You know the rest, yo (Buck)

For my thug **** (Right)

Bust a slug **** (Right)

Fuck that, get money, show love, **** (That's right)

Written by: Amil Kahala Whitehead, Justin Smith, Lionel Evans, Shawn Carter

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