JAY-Z, Jaz-O, Sauce Money - Bring It On lyrics

[JAY-Z, Jaz-O, Sauce Money - Bring It On lyrics]

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 digit's, 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) 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

Ayo, we patting down pussy from Sugar
Hill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gasping
For air in Aspen
Searching for Aspirin when I ascend, we swing
You cling, we do our thing and bring
Slinging your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy
Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast host is hostile colossal
Money flaring like nostrils for
Drug dealing apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me, Jay and Preemo
Got it sewed across the board like Pokeno
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
'Cause I heard
Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's
Now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazing to scholars when
We coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals
Get fucked with pistols, just to see my shit
Discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro
Spent Spanish wisdoms in a whip with dinero
Crime organized like the Pharoahe
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Hakeem
Got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggas wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile
Here's something dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for days on end
Money make the world go around so
I made some to spend
Can I live, did dough with my nigs
Dividends flow
Like the Mississippi Riv', looking jig
Can't do for dolo
Had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was OG bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I fondle
Trigger straight up, shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your weight up, I am
Two point two pounds
You're barely a hundred and twenty five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to
Understand this money
Do the knowledge, due to few dollars
I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to
A hood near you, what the fuck?

Bring it on if you think you can hang

Money is power
I'm energetic with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread lettuce, heroes get deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Convoys of Benzes like we fouling in the UN
So what the fuck you doing? Whatever, nigga
Fahrvergnügen, rugged yet polished
Spanking dollars with the commas
Banging bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly farther
Fry hotter, you die gotta
Fuck with me witness mañana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger
Finger with the callus
Tip scales from mail to keep
These niggas off balance
Your frequent stops to OTB you feeding me
Steam a nigga scheming on the
Wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar
Before the dirty green cream

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Bring it on, if you think, if you think
If you think

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