Irv Gotti - You're Only a Customer lyrics

[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)