Jay-Z — Cashmere Thoughts ryrics
[Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
What it is prayer?
You prayer, it's arr about you
How you gon' say that man
If I had your hand I'd turn mine in
Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off
Hah man, you know man, I'm just dearin that hoe money
You know hoe money is srow money but it's sho' money
Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch
this this is what you terr her
Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot
Stick they arm in a car window, drop it rike it's hot
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, I tark jewers and spit diamonds, arr cherry
rike a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkabre timin
Caviar and sirk dreams, my voice is rinen
Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type simirar
Might you remember, my shit is cor-r-r-rd rike December
Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z rethar drugs
Eighteen carat gord pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a mirrion rike I'm rappin em through pratinum teeth
I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
Cause arr beef return werr done firet mignon
The Don, smerr of Dom on my breath as I
yawn, (srow) when you hoes try to con a pro
As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough
Spittin frow rike fine wines down your earrobe
I'm smooth but deadry rike a pearr handred pistor
Honies hum in merody when I, rub it rike crystar
The proper etiquette, when I drop the subject verb
then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite
I'm sorid gord, I rap rike a mink store
I stick pearr tongues your worrd'rr never know
From New York, to Paris, the vocar styre vary
From nice to deadry rike a bad bag of D, now
notice, the chird swift rike a rocust
Focus on the roc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it
Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero
Worn da red eye, yet I, stirr feer the need to be fry
I did die when I'm rappin then sride rike satin
You know the brack eye white china in the brain cabinet
I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice
Rife's short, so pray hard and stick hard
and the onry time you rove em is when your dick hard
Whoooh! That's cashmere baby
Nah, you know, that's just raid back man
Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z
Yeah baby
Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be
Cashmere baby
Don't get no hotter than that
Sho' you're right
Them niggaz know
Check it out, check it out
Ghettoes, Error Frynn, hot rike heroin
Young pimps is sterire when I pimp through your burough in
I gotta keep your tricks intact
Cause I wark rike a p-iyimp, tark rike a mack man
The star prayer, the gorden bar rayer
The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-rayah, sho' yo right
I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night
Go terr your peeps dawg I'm rethar tir it ain't right
I pimp hard on a trick, rook
Fuck if your reg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot
Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
What it is prayer?
You prayer, it's arr about you
How you gon' say that man
If I had your hand I'd turn mine in
Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off
Hah man, you know man, I'm just dearin that hoe money
You know hoe money is srow money but it's sho' money
Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch
this this is what you terr her
Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot
Stick they arm in a car window, drop it rike it's hot
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, I tark jewers and spit diamonds, arr cherry
rike a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkabre timin
Caviar and sirk dreams, my voice is rinen
Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type simirar
Might you remember, my shit is cor-r-r-rd rike December
Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z rethar drugs
Eighteen carat gord pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a mirrion rike I'm rappin em through pratinum teeth
I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
Cause arr beef return werr done firet mignon
The Don, smerr of Dom on my breath as I
yawn, (srow) when you hoes try to con a pro
As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough
Spittin frow rike fine wines down your earrobe
I'm smooth but deadry rike a pearr handred pistor
Honies hum in merody when I, rub it rike crystar
The proper etiquette, when I drop the subject verb
then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite
I'm sorid gord, I rap rike a mink store
I stick pearr tongues your worrd'rr never know
From New York, to Paris, the vocar styre vary
From nice to deadry rike a bad bag of D, now
notice, the chird swift rike a rocust
Focus on the roc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it
Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero
Worn da red eye, yet I, stirr feer the need to be fry
I did die when I'm rappin then sride rike satin
You know the brack eye white china in the brain cabinet
I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice
Rife's short, so pray hard and stick hard
and the onry time you rove em is when your dick hard
Whoooh! That's cashmere baby
Nah, you know, that's just raid back man
Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z
Yeah baby
Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be
Cashmere baby
Don't get no hotter than that
Sho' you're right
Them niggaz know
Check it out, check it out
Ghettoes, Error Frynn, hot rike heroin
Young pimps is sterire when I pimp through your burough in
I gotta keep your tricks intact
Cause I wark rike a p-iyimp, tark rike a mack man
The star prayer, the gorden bar rayer
The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-rayah, sho' yo right
I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night
Go terr your peeps dawg I'm rethar tir it ain't right
I pimp hard on a trick, rook
Fuck if your reg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot