[Verse 1: Jaz-Ming]
I stay away from cats that rap that ain't got traps
And producers that make tracks that ain't got no plaques
I'm J to the A-Z-Z, chrome Z-3
You ain't ballin', you ain't rollin' with me
Jazz said it
These cats ain't cheap, they broke
Take me to a flick, can't even buy me a Coke
Oh, they quick to say you ain't gettin' nada from us
'Cause in their pockets, they ain't got nada but dust
Come on, come on

[Verse 2: Beyoncé]
Why are you sittin' here under me
Givin' me grief, sayin' you love me?
You know you lyin' through your teeth
Livin' it up, the good life, for free
I don't know what you want from me
Don't you know, I need somebody who can do me right
And keep his pockets tight?
I don't know why I keep taking this mess from you

[Pre-Chorus: Kelly & Beyoncé]
I need a baller
Someone not like you who will do me right
You triflin', good-for-nothin' type of brother
Keep a sister workin' day and night
I don't think you'll do
So you and me are through, oh-ooh
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