Bring It On JAY-Z (Ft. Jaz-O & Sauce Money)

[Skit]
Aye, Purse, rack 'em up, man
What you bettin', Biggs?
Bet the same thing
Ay, yo, I got next, man
Yo, you got the money, man? You ass bettin' ass, nigga
The shit is right downstairs in the trunk
Don't trip; we parked right behind each other, nigga
I'ma get the shit before we go downstairs
Yeah, aight, what's up with that case, man?
Aw, man, it ain't nothin
Ain't nobody snitchin or nothin; you know our team is tight
Still sittin on seven digits, unlike you, you broke ass nigga
Fuck outta here, this cat right here
This broke ass, ass bettin ass nigga
Bettin five thousand ain't got no money
Chili cheese face ass nigga (fuck outta here)
Sandy cake face ass nigga (fuck outta here)
(Laughter)

[Intro: Sauce Money]
Ayo, Jay, word up
These motherfuckers fucking talking
That comeback shit like they cooking crack
Shit, I ain't fronting
All I want my pockets green like slum change
You know what I'm saying?
Front the roll we roll back like rubbers, motherfucker, for real
With no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown
Roc-A-Fella clique, nigga