[Verse 1 jay-z]

Can I hit in the mornin' without givin' you half of my dough

And even worse, if I was broke would you want me

If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings

Bitches kill for would you still roll

If we couldn't see the sun risin' off the shore of thailand

Would you ride then, if I wasn't driving

If I wasn't a eight-figga nigga by the name of jigga

Would you come around me or would you clown me

If I couldn't flow futuristic, would ya

Put your two lips on my wood and kiss it, could ya

See yourself with a nigga working harder than nine to five

Ten to six, two jobs to survive, or

Do you need a baller so you can shop and tear the mall up

Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya

If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low

Baby girl, if this is so, yo

[Chorus]

Can I get a fuck you

To these bitches from all of my niggas

Who don't love hoes, they get no dough

[Amil]

Can I get a woop woop

To these niggas from all of my bitches

Who don't got love for niggas without dubs

[Jay-z]

Now will you bounce with me bounce with me

Bounce bitch, bounce

[Verse 2 amil]

You ain't gotta be rich but fuck that

How we gonna get around on your bus pass

Before I put this pussy on your mustache, can you afford me

My niggas breadwinners, never corny

Ambition makes me so horny

Not the fussin' and the frontin'

If you got nothing, baby boy, you better

Get up, get out and get some, shit

I like a - lot of prada, alize and vodka

Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up

Get it up I put it down everytime it pop up, huh

I got to snap 'em, let it loose, then I knock ya

Feel the juice, then I got ya - when you produce a rock

I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa

My - coochie remains in a gucci name

Never test my patience, nigga, I'm high maintenance

High class, if you ain't rollin', bypass

If you ain't holdin' I dash yo

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 ja rule]

It ain't even a question

How my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes

Like my puss wet like damp clothes

What y'all niggas don't know it's easy to pimp a ho

Bitches better have my money fo sho

Before they go runnin' they mouth, promotin' how

I be dickin' they back out, go 'head, let it out

I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred

Makin em feel, slutted even if they don't want it

It's been so long, since I met a chick ain't about chips but then I'm

Dead wrong, when I tell em, "be gone"

So hold on to the feelin' of flossin' and plat-num

Cause from now on

You can witness ja the i-con

With hoodies and timbs on, cause I thugs my bitches

Vv studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggas

I'm talkin' bout straight figures, if you here, you with us

If not boo, you know what, I still fucked you