Текст песни BBC, Jay Z

Let's work! [x4]

[Chorus:]
D boy drug dealer look,
Billionaire. [x2]
From the coca leafs to the farmers,
To the polo fleece to the bombers,
R.I.P. to Gianni,
Now we on our way.
D boy drug dealer look,
Billionaire.

[Nas:]
Bally shoes,
Gucci sneakers,
Pharrell's a pharaoh,
Peep the features.
Unlaced Adidas,
Top of the world like pyramids
In Giza,
Fila sweats,
88 I rocked a mock neck,
Carried a 9 in my projects,
Bucket hat, EPMD cassettes,
Now I'm smoking loud in Ibiza,
Mix the D'USSE with the reefer.
My whole life is leisure,
Gangsta lean like the Pisa,
Eiffel Tower,
Hermes towel.
The Feds is perched like an owl,
Real niggas all feel the hook.

[Chorus – x2]

[Jay-Z:]
What you know about going out,
Head west,
Maybach, 3 TV's all up in the headrest,
Mase niggas at Madison Square Garden,
20 million sold and we still catching charges.
Rope chains, Rakim and Eric B,
Bought my sidekicks Suzuki, Jeeps and Cherokees.
Hoop earrings,
Coupes with the rear cameras,
Put that bitch in a cherry M3.
I'm not your average dope dealer,
Silver Toyotas four runners,
And four wheelers.
Me and Teflon Q45 infinite.
Windows tinted,
White girl all in it
Britney, bitch!
MCM seats buck, 50 stitch,
Versace plates, got the Basquiat,
Collab from Versace place,
Cuban link,
5 kilo.
Your life is illegal
When your chain can get the rico.
Real niggas all feel the hook.

[Chorus – x2]