(Jay-Z) Hov' on that new shit, niggas like "How come?" Niggas want my old shit, buy my old album Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin Niggas make the same shit, me I make +The Blueprint+ Came in the Range, hopped out that Lexus Every year since, I been on that next shit Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records Used to rock a throwback, ballin on the corner Now I rock a teller suit, lookin like a owner No I'm not a Jonas, Brother I'm a grown-up No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones I move onward, the only direction Can't be scared to fail, searchin perfection Gotta keep it fresh girl, even when we sexin But don't be mad at him when he's on to the next one (Chorus: Swizz Beatz) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey I got a million ways to get it.
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