[Produced by The Neptunes]
[Intro: Jay-Z]
Let's go (Hov')
Uh-huh, Hov'
You are not ready (Hov')
Unstoppable (Dynasty)
Young Hova
[Refrain: Pharrell Williams & Jay-Z]
I'm a hustler, baby (Hov', I'm a hustler)
I just want you to know (Hov', I gotta let you know)
It ain't where I been (It ain't where I been, Hov')
But where I'm 'bout to go (Top of the world! Young Hova, holla)
Now I just wanna love ya! (Just wanna love you, Hov')
But be who I am (You know you love me, Hov')
And with all this cash (Mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll forget your man
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Omillio Sparks]
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yeah, uhh, yeah
When the Remy's in the system, ain't no tellin'
When I fuck 'em, will I diss 'em? That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Cris', mami on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
"And I wish I never met her at all!"
It gets better, ordered another round
It's about to go down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Cris'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses (Uh-huh)
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion?
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra (Okay)
Filth Mart jeans, take that off
[Intro: Jay-Z]
Let's go (Hov')
Uh-huh, Hov'
You are not ready (Hov')
Unstoppable (Dynasty)
Young Hova
[Refrain: Pharrell Williams & Jay-Z]
I'm a hustler, baby (Hov', I'm a hustler)
I just want you to know (Hov', I gotta let you know)
It ain't where I been (It ain't where I been, Hov')
But where I'm 'bout to go (Top of the world! Young Hova, holla)
Now I just wanna love ya! (Just wanna love you, Hov')
But be who I am (You know you love me, Hov')
And with all this cash (Mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll forget your man
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Omillio Sparks]
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yeah, uhh, yeah
When the Remy's in the system, ain't no tellin'
When I fuck 'em, will I diss 'em? That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Cris', mami on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
"And I wish I never met her at all!"
It gets better, ordered another round
It's about to go down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Cris'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses (Uh-huh)
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion?
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra (Okay)
Filth Mart jeans, take that off
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