Jay-z - Ain't No n***a - Foxy Brown lyrics

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 you're thoroughly respected by me You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver You got your own '96 suh-in the ride And keep your a** tighter than Versace that's 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 Meet 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 a lot Keeps you in diamonds and leathers Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha Tell the freaks to find a man of their own (man of they own, man of they own) Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag Lookin' half black and Filipino fakin' no jacks Got you a beeper to feel important Surrounding your feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love You know these hoes be makin' me weak Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken and 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 hardah till they say God He's keepin' it real jigga stay hard Lord don't even trip I never slip, n***a what you don't see is what'cha get Weapons concealed what the f** y'all feel When you n***a play sick we can all get ill Whats the deal? [Chorus] Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie Promise to stay monogamous, I try But love you know these hoes be makin' me weak Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep 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, wifey 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 begets 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin' bells So who the player? 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 I'm flippin' Baileys Don't give a f** about how you move with them other mami's I push the 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** berettas 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 Cause you proved who was your wiz When you was spinnin' that b**h I took a little when you was up north Your commissary stay pilin' How you livin' large on the island All them collects have me vexed 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]