That's Right

[Intro: Jay-Z (Amil)] This how I creep up on that ass (Just Blaze) See how the beat is building? I creep on your ass (Just Blaze) Let me show y'all what the fuck I mean Uh uh, Jigga man, ya heard? Amillion, ya heard? Roc-A-Fella, ya heard? The Dynasty, let's go! [Hook 1: Jay-Z (Amil)] All my ladies (that's right) You pop Cris' (that's right) You a hot bitch (that's right) Make that nigga 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 [Hook 2: Amil (Jay-Z)] Yo you got dough (that's right) Let it show (that's right) If the moneys slow (that's right) You know the rest yo (buck buck buck) For my thug niggas (right) Bust a slug niggas (right) Fuck that get money show love niggas [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Jigga man got Grammys so 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, niggas, shipped and scanned Niggas cannot stop, knocking that Big, Pac Banging that Big Pun, popping 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 Picking the bums up I never know when I can be down my dumb luck But the flow so tough I've been beating the drums up Been hot so long like I'm heating the sun up On the come up, ones is up, begging niggas 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 ya, with this fofo, nigga [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Verse 2: Amil] 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) Tryin' ta see a mill' (huh) Dollar dollar bills (huh) Five inch heels (huh) Bitches wanna grill (huh) Me and my labelmates be making these cats hate Oh come come now Wanna know where I'm from now Her'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 Alright y'all lights out Floss with the ice out Brag with the price out Red I flights out Overseas hideout Raw inside out My bitches time to slide out It's ladies night out [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Verse 3: Jay-Z] In the trunk Rocawear, nigga, 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 nigga that tell you money is the root of all evil ain't got shit You a lying bitch You rather live poor, I rather die rich 'Nough said [Verse 4: Amil] Mami girl keep the 'do rap You know bag and shoes match Get niggas for a few stacks Quick to run through that Broke niggas, boo that Bought my whole crew Plat' The record I don't play around, bitch I lay it down Shit I only roll wit Those who can go get 6 double 0 whips Niggas that hold tips Ice had ya hoes trip Daddy let ya dough flip Fuck with no scrubs Go collect them dubs [Hook 1] [Hook 2]