Текст песни Can I Get A..., Ja Rule, Jay Z, Amil

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Can I hit in the morning 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 drivin'?
If I wasn't a eight-figure 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 workin' harder than nine to five,
Ten to six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla 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]
[Jay-Z:]
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 woo-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, Alizé 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]
[Jay-Z:]
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 woo-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 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 platinum,
‘Cause from now on
You can witness Ja the icon
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.