That's Right - Amil, Jay-Z

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!

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

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

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 .44, nigga

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

In the trunk Rocawear, nigga, I got clothes

Stop it, I got hoes

Black, Asian, Malaysian, Spanish, Mulattoes

Look, I got whips

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

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