Jay-z - Ain't No n***a (Rae & Christian Mix) lyrics

[Jay-Z] I keep it fresher than the next b**h No need..for you to ever sweat the next b**h ..with speed, I make the best b**h see the exit..indeed You gotta know your thoroughly respected by me You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver You gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride And keep your a** tighter than Versace thats why You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me They conniving sh** The first chance to crack the bank They try me, all they get is 50 cent franks And papayas, from the village to the tele Time to k** it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence They say s** is a weapon, so when I shoot Mmet your d**h in less than 8 seconds Still poundin in my after life.. Laugin my sh** is tight You who askin right... [Chorus:] Ain't no n***a like the one I got No one can f** you betta Sleeps around but he gives me alot Keeps you in diamonds and leathers Friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha Tell the freaks to find a man of there own (man a they own, man a they own) [Jay-Z] Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag Lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks Got you a beeper to feel important Surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love You know these ho's be makin me weak Yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in You can't change a players game in the 9th inning The chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin So I run way the f** up in em And wrinkle the face like linnin I play hard-eh till they say God.. He's keepin it real jigga stay hard Lawd don't even trip I never slip, n***a what you dont see is whatcha get Weapons concealed what the f** yall feel When you n***a play sick we can all get ill -whats the deal- [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Yo, ain't no stoppin this, no lie Promise to stay monogamous, I try But love you know these ho's be makin me weak Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep [Foxy Brown] What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes Bank rolls and sh**, back rubs in the french tubs Mackin this b**h, wifee n***a So when you flip that coke Remember them days you was dead broke But now your style and I raised you Basically made you into a don Flippin weight..h**n and sh** You know my p**y is all that Thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells So who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin On how I f** the best a sh** Specially when Im flippin Baileys Dont give a f** about how you move with them other mamis I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life f** them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin in Armani sweaters Before this rap sh** When you was in letters and bullsh** berattas And eek cla**es with mo in the gla**es Shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's Now all your mens' up in your benz's High post, I swear you be k**in me Playin inside my pubic hairs I never worry bout them other chicks Cuz you proved who was your wiz When you was spinnin that b**h I took a little when you was up north Your comisary stay pilin How you livin large on the island All them collects have me vex But when you come home Knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks Now we on the rise Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes Holdin this grip co*ked the green and the sh** f**s no, I see half the dough Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars [Chorus]