Only a Customer JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-A-Fella y'all
9-6, futuristic shit, bee-atch
Uh
What the fuck? How we do
How we do, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
It's the eventual triple platinum nigga with the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit, 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
Class 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 loving you down freak, as I
Shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreading
The newspaper heading read "Jay-Z breathes, 80 degrees
Only thing to cool him off is a Malibu Bay Breeze"
Can't stop for the Feds, say cheese
You know they wanna take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya but I'ma parlay, stay richer for now
Jigga haven't done dirt in a while
You know my stomach's getting weak from living life on these streets for real
Tryna oversee it from suites, ordering eats
At the top where the real criminal minds meet
That's where the cream is (Right?!)
That's where your dream is (Well ain't it?)