[Intro]
Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Futuristic sh** beeotch
Uh, what the f**? How we do. How we do. Uh ha
[Verse 1 - Jay Z]
Triple platinum n***a with the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime sh**, don't hold no weight
Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I read the Robb Report
Cla** C, cold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq
At the hotel, Nikko, Robert Duvall suite
My people's eyes through the peep hole
I'm lovin' you down freak as I
Shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the news
Paper headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
The only thing to cool them off is a Malibu bay breeze
Can't stop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna take a n***a picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now
Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while
You know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal minds meet
That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't
It?)
[Hook]
You're only a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
(All night long)
[Verse 2 - Jay Z & Irv Gotti]
A-yo my youth had a n***a too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight
But your game most precious
Had to rethink things, is pinky ring worth
Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing
I don't know to tell the truth
If I'm pressed for dough, I got to consult Irv Gotti y'all
Heads got to roll
I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd
What you're facin' is official (it's official)
Most cases when I"m blazin' won't miss you (won't miss you)
Case and point mad bullsh**ted issue
I see it to the end, my writting is so personal
My heart bleedin' out my pen, make no mistake about me
It's only one n***a livin', I got a half a cake about me
I got love, to make a n***a die bleedin' is nothin'
You make a motherf**er die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch
[Hook]
You're only a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
(All night long)
You're only a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
(All night long)
You're only a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
(All night long)
[Verse 3 - Jay Z]
More flavor than y'all can image havin'
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dirt
My brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my life
f** it, greasy I, had the whole D.C. high
Pissy off Cristal
3G's high seasoned Bacardi, VVS's
Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party
Play yourself go head if you don't no the ledge
It's like spittin' to God
Get it in your face f**in' with n***as over your head
Take your time with me, shiftee
Use to make Coke stretch like the samplin' a 950
sh** with that, while I'm on a Kawasaki bike
At the light, doin' a pike, with a b**h on the back
And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the Roc-A-Fella logo
Accapoco to Aruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga
Very little loot eludes us
In the grayish blueish LEX Coupe, it's the root of evil in these people
[Hook]
You're only a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
(All night long)
You're only a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
(All night long)
You're only a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
(All night long)