[Intro – JAY-Z]
My n***a got on
My n***a got on all white, no socks
My n***a got that c**aina on today
That’s how he feel
Turn my vocal up
That’s how you feel, Henry?
Turn my vocal up some more
Turn my vocal up, Guru!
Turn the music up too
[Verse 1 – JAY-Z]
Super Bowl goals
My wife in the crib feeding the kids liquid gold
We in a whole different mode
Kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed
I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
Oh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first
I told my wife the spiritual sh** really work
Alhamdulillah, I run through ’em all
Hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt
All this old talk left me confused
You’d rather be old rich me or new you?
And old n***as, y’all stop acting brand new
Like, 2Pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh
[Verse 2 – JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
Nobody wins when the family feuds
But my stash can’t fit into Steve Harvey’s suit
I’m clear why I’m here, how about you?
Ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I’m cute
Mmmmm
Pretty much
If anybody getting handsome checks, it should be us
f** rap, crack c**aine
Nah we did that, Black-owned things
Hundred percent, Black-owned champagne
And we merrily merrily eating off these streams
Y’all still drinking Perrier-Jouët, huh
But we ain’t get through to you yet, uh
What’s better than one billionaire? Two (two)
‘Specially if they’re from the same hue as you
Y’all stop me when I stop telling the truth
[Interlude – JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
Hahahaha
I would say I’m the realest n***a rapping, but that ain’t even a statement
That’s like saying I’m the tallest midget
Wait, that ain’t politically correct
Forget it
Can I get “Amen” from the congregation?
Amen, amen
Can I get a “Amen” from the congregation?
Amen, amen
[Verse 3 – JAY-Z]
Yeah, I’ll f** up a good thing if you let me
Let me alone, Becky
A man that don’t take care his family can’t be rich
I’ll watch Godfather, I miss that whole sh**
My consciousness was Michael’s common sense
I missed the karma and that came as a consequence
n***as busting off through the curtains ’cause she hurting
Can’t losing the babies ’cause their future’s uncertain
Nobody wins when the family feuds
We all screwed ’cause we never had the tools
I’m tryna fix you
I’m tryna get these n***as with no stripes to be official
Y’all think small, I think Biggie
Y’all whole pa** is in danger, ten Mississippi
Al Sharpton in the mirror taking selfies
How is him or Bill Cosby s’posed to help me?
Old n***as never accepted me
New n***as is the reason I stopped drinking Dos Equis
We all lose when the family fueds
What’s better than one billionaire? Two
I’ll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC
Y’all need to stop
[Outro – Beyoncé]
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher
Higher, higher
Love me like, love
Higher
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