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Data di rilascio: 31.12.1997
Limiti di età: 18+
Etichetta discografica: S. Carter Enterprises
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Money Ain't A Thang |
Uh uh So So Def |
Yeah yeah |
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay Z In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes |
With the top down screamin out |
Money ain’t a thang |
Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings |
With the window cracked holler back |
Money ain’t a thang |
Jigga I don’t like it if it don’t gleam clean |
And to hell with the price |
cause the money ain’t a thang |
Put it down hard for my dogs that’s locked in the bang |
When you hit the bricks, new whips |
Money ain’t a thang |
Come on, y’all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain’t a thang |
I flex the rol', sign a check for yo’hoe |
Jigga’s style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough |
My game is wide, all lames aside |
Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou’for the bracelet |
Foolish, ain’t I? The chain’ll strain ya eye |
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky |
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money’s too young |
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine’s is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' |
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it’s all basic |
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces |
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas |
Me and Jermaine Dupri got it locked crazy |
Where you at haters? |
My cake thick, I live the life |
Eatin’crab, watching bitches shake shit all night |
I make the big moves, do the big things |
Take small groups, turn them into big names |
The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match |
Cats say I’m the shit man |
The type of nigga that you need in yo’crew |
Type of dude that will do shit you won’t do, can’t do Get more burnt than a candle |
Too hot to hold, too much to handle |
In the black C-low, he know if she look |
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain’t gotta say no more |
I’m the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly |
In the safest shit you could never buy |
Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing |
I don’t know bout y’all but every night I swing |
Ya’ll shit ain’t for real til y’all ship a mil' |
And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill |
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin |
Now that’s what the fuck I call a chain reaction |
Went from wholesome to Jigga, you owed some |
Baby, I don’t play all my jewelry is light grey |
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day |
What’s down is a bet, roll the dice |
Yeah, yeah, so let’s play |
So what, you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel |
It’s gonna take a lot more to see my level |
Where I’m at, your check, you better double that |
And personally your raps is where the trouble at |
I’m a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain |
In the platinum frame screaming it’s not a game |
Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain |
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy |
Repeat Chorus |
So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' |
You know, all we do is rock |
Rock on |