Only a Customer

Lyrics
[Intro: Jay-Z] Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-A-Fella y'all 9-6, futuristic shit, bee-atch Uh What the fuck? How we do How we do, uh-huh, uh-huh [Verse 1: Jay-Z] It's the eventual triple platinum nigga with the solid gold fade All that nickle and dime shit, don't hold no weight Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (You'll see) As you thumb through The Source, I read the Robb Report Class C, cold me down with the plastic That's all I ask of you, like Raphael Saadiq At the Hotel Nikko, Robert Duvall suiteMy people's eyes through the peep hole I'm loving you down freak, as IShoot through the city like a rumorNot soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadingThe newspaper heading read "Jay-Z breathes, 80 degrees Only thing to cool him off is a Malibu Bay Breeze" Can't stop for the Feds, say cheese You know they wanna take a nigga picture Pray for the day to get ya but I'ma parlay, stay richer for now Jigga haven't done dirt in a while You know my stomach's getting weak from living life on these streets for real Tryna oversee it from suites, ordering eats At the top where the real criminal minds meet That's where the cream is (Right?!) That's where your dream is (Well ain't it?) [Chorus: Jay-Z, LL Cool J & Mary J. Blige ] You're only a customerWhen your walkin' in the presence (Uh-huh) of hustlers (Uh-huh, Spend money all night) (All night long) (Bee-otch Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha) You're only a customer (Uh)When your walkin' (Uh) in the presence (Uh) of hustlers (Uh, spend money all night) (All night long) (Roc-A-Fella) (Yeah) [Verse 2: Jay-Z & Irv Gotti ] Ayo my youth had a nigga too aggressive, II used to speed excessive, both eyes closedNo thought invested, hitting pot holesCop-o's'll snatch away what you deem most preciousHad to rethink thingsIs pinky rings worth life on the run and time served in Sing Sing? I don't know to tell the truth, if I'm pressed for dough Gotta consult Irv Gotti y'all, (Heads got to roll) I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd What you're facing is official (It's official) Most cases when I'm blazing won't miss you (Won't miss you) Case and point made bullshit a issue, I see it to the end My writing so personal, my heart bleeding through the pen Make no mistake about me It's only one nigga living, I got half a cake about me I got love, I can kill a friend over fam not drugs And very, few people understand that love To make a nigga die bleeding is nothing (Nothing) You make a motherfucker die breathing then you saying something Beeotch [Chorus: Jay-Z, LL Cool J & Mary J. Blige ] You're only a customerWhen (Uh) your walkin' (Uh) in the presence (Uh) of hustlers (Uh-huh, spend money all night) (All night long) (Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha) You're only a customerWhen (Ah ha) your walkin' in the presence (Ah ha) of hustlers (Spend money all night) (All night long) (Roc-A-Fella) (Uh-huh) You're only a customer (Yea)When your walkin' (Huh) in the presence (Huh) of hustlers (Huh, spend money all night) (All night long) (Roc-A-Fella) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] More flavor than y'all can imagine having Graphic like Sega Saturn Traffic like the Bodega, just so happens You caught me at the the tail end of my dirt Brain ain't right from inhaling the work all my life, fuck it Greasy I, had the whole D.C. high Pissy off Cristals, 3G high Caesar Bacardi, VVS's blesses my body We be fresh at the party, play yourself go 'head If you don't know the ledge, it's like spitting to God Get it in the face, fucking with niggas over your head Take your time with me, shifty Used to make coke stretch like a sample in the 950 Shit with that, while I'm on a Kawasaki bike At the light, doing a pike, with a bitch on the back And take flight, my life like it was directed by HypeIn 35 slow-mo, with the Roc-A-Fella logo Acapulco to Aruba, Bay Breezes and caviar beluga Very little loot, eludes us In the grayish blueish L-e-x coupe It's the root of evil in these people, what the fuck? [Chorus: Jay-Z, LL Cool J & Mary J. Blige ] You're only a customerWhen you're walkin' in the presence of hustlers (All night long) (Spend money all night) (Roc-A-Fella, uh huh, uh huh, beeotch) You're only a customer (Ah ha)When you're walkin' in the presence (Ah ha) of hustlers (Spend money all night) (All night long) (Roc-A-Fella, uh-huh, uh-huh) [Outro: Jay-Z] Futuristic shit [Skit]
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Credits
- Writers
- JAŸ-Z
- Irv Gotti
- LL COOL J
- Mary J. Blige
- Rick James
- Producers
- Irv Gotti
- Label
- Roc-A-Fella Records
- Def Jam Recordings
- Phonographic Copyright ℗
- Roc-A-Fella Records
- Copyright ©
- Roc-A-Fella Records