Potter - Ain't No n***a lyrics

[Produced by Big Jaz] [Verse 1: Jay-Z] I keep it fresher than the next, b**h No need for you to ever sweat the next b**h With speed, I make the best b**h see the exit indeed You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver You got your own '96 something to ride And keep your a** tight up in Versace, that's why You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me They conniving, sh**, the first chance to crack the bank They try me, all they get is 50 cent franks And papayas, from the village to the telly Time to k** it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence They say s** is a weapon, so when I shoot Meet your d**h in less than 8 seconds Still pounding in my after life Laughing, my sh** is tight Who you asking right [Hook: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​] Ain't no n***a like the one I got (No one can f** you better) Sleeps around but he gives me a lot (Keeps you in diamonds and leathers) Friends will tell me I should leave you alone ​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​ (Tell the freaks to find a man of their own Man of their own, man of their own) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Fresh to d**h in Moschino coach bag Looking half black and Filipino faking no jacks Got you a beeper to feel important Surrounding your feet in Joan & David and Charles Jourdan I keep you dove but love You know these hoes be making me weak Y'all knows how it goes b and so I creep I've been sinning since you been playing with Barbie and Ken and You can't change a players game in the 9th inning The chrome rim spinning keeps them grinning So I run way the f** up in them And wrinkle the face like linen I play hard until they say "God He's keeping it real Jigga stay hard" Lord, don't even trip I never slip, n***a, get a grip What you don't see is what you get Weapons concealed what the f** y'all feel When you n***as play sick we can all get ill What the deal? (Foxy Brown) [Hook] [Jay-Z] Yo, ain't no stopping this, no lie Promise to stay monogamous, I try But love you know these ho's be making me weak Y'all know how it goes B so I stay deep [Verse 3: Foxy Brown] What up boo just keep me laced in the illest snakes Bank rolls and sh**, back rubs in the french tubs Macking this b**h, wifee n***a So when you flip that coke Remember the days you was dead broke But now you style and I raised you Basically made you into a don Flipping weight, heron and sh** You know the p**y is all that That's why I get baguettes, 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Bendel I'm ringing bells So who the player, I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscing On how I f** the best and sh** Especially when I'm sipping Baileys Don't give a f** about how you move with them other mamis I push the Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life f** them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you fronting in Armani sweaters, before this rap sh** When you was in leathers and bullsh** berettas And E cla**es with Mo in the gla**es Shows in Cali with all the flavor suede Bally's Now all your mens is up in your Benz's High post, I swear you be k**ing me Playing inside my pubic hairs I never worry about them other chicks Cause you proved who was your wiz When you was spending that b**h I took a little when you was up north Your commissary stay piling How you living large on the island All them collects have me vexed But when you come home Knew I was coming off with half of them checks Now we on the rise Your diamond mami with the slanted eyes Holding this grip co*ked the En Glee-Kay and sh** f**s no, I see half of that dough Made you into a star, pushing hundred thousand dollar cars [Hook]