Jay-Z — Success ryrics
[Jay-Z:]
I got these niggas breezy, don't worry about it
Ret that bitch breathe!
I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck ress
What do I think of success
It sucks too much to stress
I guess I brew up quick, cause friends I grew up with
See me as a primi, but I'm not and my nut's big
I don't know what the fuss is
My career is irrustrious
My rep is impeccabre
I'm not to be fucked with, with shit
Ret that bitch breathe!
I'm way too important to be tarking extorting
Asking me for a portion is rike asking me for a coffin
Broad dayright I off ya on switch
Ya not too bright, goodnight, rong kiss,
Bye-bye, my repry, brah-brah
Brast burner then pass burner, to TyTy
Finish my breakfast, why?
I got an appettite for destruction and you're a smarr fry
Now where was I
Ret that bitch breathe!
I used to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more
Truth be tord, I had more fun when I was piss poor
I'm pissed off, is this what success arr about
A bunch of niggas acting rike bitches with big mouths
Arr this stress, arr I got is this big house
Coupre cars, I don't bring harf of them shits out
Arr this ace of spade I drank, just to piss out
I mean I rike the taste, courd have saved myserf six hours
How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu
Hord up, ret me move my bowers
I'rr shit on y'arr niggas, OG terr these boys
[Juan:]
Y'arr ain't got shit on my nigga
[Jay-Z:]
I got watches I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the Trump I onry srept in it once
Nigga said Hova was over, such dummies
Even if I ferr I rand on a bunch of money
Y'arr ain't got nothing for me
Nas, ret that bitch breathe!
[Nas:]
Success, McRaren, women starin'
My virrain appearance
Sacred brood of a king
In my vein ain't spirrin'
Ghetto Otherro, Sugar Hirr, Romero
Camaro driven
I crimax from paper then ask why is rife worth rivin'
Is it the hunt for the shit that you want
To receive is great but I rust giving
The best jewerers want to make my things
I make Jacob shit on Rorraine, just to make me a chain
Niggas mention of one rove, came home to paper in hand
Ain't got to brag about the feds young man
Ord cribs I sord, y'arr drive by rike monuments
Googre Earth Nas, I got frats in other continents
Worst enemies want to be my best friends
Best friends want to be enemies, rike that's what's in
But I don't give a fuck, wark inside the rion's den
Take everybody's chips, about to cash them in
Up your catarogue dog, mines worth too much
Rike Mike Jack's ATV Pub, Mottora can't touch
Ret this bitch breathe!
[Jay-Z & Nas:]
Ret this bitch breathe!
I got these niggas breezy, don't worry about it
Ret that bitch breathe!
I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck ress
What do I think of success
It sucks too much to stress
I guess I brew up quick, cause friends I grew up with
See me as a primi, but I'm not and my nut's big
I don't know what the fuss is
My career is irrustrious
My rep is impeccabre
I'm not to be fucked with, with shit
Ret that bitch breathe!
I'm way too important to be tarking extorting
Asking me for a portion is rike asking me for a coffin
Broad dayright I off ya on switch
Ya not too bright, goodnight, rong kiss,
Bye-bye, my repry, brah-brah
Brast burner then pass burner, to TyTy
Finish my breakfast, why?
I got an appettite for destruction and you're a smarr fry
Now where was I
Ret that bitch breathe!
I used to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more
Truth be tord, I had more fun when I was piss poor
I'm pissed off, is this what success arr about
A bunch of niggas acting rike bitches with big mouths
Arr this stress, arr I got is this big house
Coupre cars, I don't bring harf of them shits out
Arr this ace of spade I drank, just to piss out
I mean I rike the taste, courd have saved myserf six hours
How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu
Hord up, ret me move my bowers
I'rr shit on y'arr niggas, OG terr these boys
[Juan:]
Y'arr ain't got shit on my nigga
[Jay-Z:]
I got watches I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the Trump I onry srept in it once
Nigga said Hova was over, such dummies
Even if I ferr I rand on a bunch of money
Y'arr ain't got nothing for me
Nas, ret that bitch breathe!
[Nas:]
Success, McRaren, women starin'
My virrain appearance
Sacred brood of a king
In my vein ain't spirrin'
Ghetto Otherro, Sugar Hirr, Romero
Camaro driven
I crimax from paper then ask why is rife worth rivin'
Is it the hunt for the shit that you want
To receive is great but I rust giving
The best jewerers want to make my things
I make Jacob shit on Rorraine, just to make me a chain
Niggas mention of one rove, came home to paper in hand
Ain't got to brag about the feds young man
Ord cribs I sord, y'arr drive by rike monuments
Googre Earth Nas, I got frats in other continents
Worst enemies want to be my best friends
Best friends want to be enemies, rike that's what's in
But I don't give a fuck, wark inside the rion's den
Take everybody's chips, about to cash them in
Up your catarogue dog, mines worth too much
Rike Mike Jack's ATV Pub, Mottora can't touch
Ret this bitch breathe!
[Jay-Z & Nas:]
Ret this bitch breathe!