Only A Customer - Jay-Z

Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-A-Fella y’all

Futuristic shit, bee-atch

Uh, what the fuck?

How we do, how we do

Uh huh, uh huh

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 suite

My people’s eyes through the peep hole

I’m loving you down freak, as I

Shoot through the city like a rumor

Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreading

The 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 hasn’t done dirt in a while

You know my stomach’s getting weak from living on the streets

For real, I’m trying to 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?)

You’re only a customer (uh)

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

(All night long)

Beeotch, Roc-A-Fella y’all, ha ha

You’re only a customer (uh)

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

(All night long)

Yeah, ayo my youth had a nigga too aggressive, ha

I used to speed excessive, both eyes closed

No thought infested

Hitting pot holes, cop-o's'll snatch your away

What you deem most precious

Had to rethink things, is 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)

In 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

You’re only a customer (uh)

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night, Roc-A-Fella y’all, ha ha

(All night long)

You’re only a customer (uh)

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night, Roc-A-Fella

(All night long)

You’re only a customer (uh)

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

(All night long)

More flavor than y’all can image having

Graphic like Sega Saturn, traffic like the Bodega

It 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 Cristal, 3G high

Seasoned 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 your face fucking with niggas over your head

Take your time with me, shifty

Used to make coke stretch like a sample in a 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 Hype

In 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?

You’re only a customer (uh)

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

Roc-A-Fella, uh huh, uh huh, beeotch

(All night long)

You’re only a customer (uh)

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

We spend money all night

(All night long)

Roc-A-Fella, uh huh, uh huh

Futuristic shit