Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yes, y'all, and Jigga man be balling Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawling Get the best of you whenever I put my all in Have mamis calling for the Lord, darling Jigga Impallin', ass drop Coupes with half the top, expose half my knot Nigga mad when I brag about the cash I got But I'm used to not having a lot I'm from the gutter and, uh, I ain't the type to ever chase your box I'm the type to interior decorate the watch I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block In every state like clockwork, Jigga's the hurt, holler [Verse 2: Mýa] Lips are telling me, "Yes" While you're kissing on my neck Making me feel so Should I stay? Should I go? I don't know Your hot boy style drives me wild But in the back of mind, I know [Chorus: Mýa] Even though I wanna see How you put that thing on me I can't let you get the best of me Even though I wanna see How you put that thing on me I can't let you get the best of me The best of me, the best of me