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Jay-z JA & Amil-lion - Can I get a... Lyrics


Can I hit it in the mornin
without givin you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME
If I couldnt get you finer thing
like all of them diamond rings B*tches kill for
would you STILL ROLL?
If we couldnt see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
would you RIDE THEN if I wasnt DROPPEN
If I wasnt ah, eight figure nigga by the name of JIGGA
would you come around me or would you clown me
If I couldnt flow futuristic would ya
put your two lips on my wood and kiss it could ya
see yourself with a nigga workin harder than 9 to 5
contend with six two jobs to survive or
do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP
Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA
If you couldnt see yourself with nigga when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo........

Can I get a F**k you
Jay-Z to these b*tches from all of my N*ggaz
who don't love hoes they get no dough

Can I get a WOOP WOOP
Amil to these n*iggaz from all my b*tches
who don't got love for n*iggaz without doves?

You aint gotta be rich but F*CK THAT
How you gonna get aroundon your BUS PASS
Fo' I put this p*ssy on your mustache
Can you AFFORD ME, my fella breadwinners never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny
Not the fussin and the frontin
If you got nuttin, bab boy you betta
"Git up Git out and get something" Sh*t
I like a, Lot of P-rada, Alize and Vodka
Late nights, candlelight then I tear the cock up
Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up huh
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock it
Feel the juice , then I got ya, when you produce the rocka
I let you met mamma and introduce you to pappa
M, coochie remains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience n*gga Im hot maintance
HIGH CLASS, if you aint rollin bypass
If you aint holdin I dash yo


It aint even a question
how my dough flow, Im good to these bad hoes
Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes
What y'all n*iggaz don't know its eazy, to pimp a hoe
B*tches betta have my money fo' sho'
Before they go runnin they month promotin half
I be diggin they back out go head let it out
I f*cks with my gat out bounce and leave a hundred
Makin em feel slutted even if they don't want it
Its been So LONG
since I met a chick aint on my tips but then I'm
DEAD WRONG when I tell em BE GONE
So HOLD ON to the feelin of floosin and platuim
cause from NOW ON you can witness Ja the I-CON
with hoddies and TIMBS ON cause I thugs my b*tches
VEVE studs my b*tches then we rob b*itch n*ggaz
Im talkin bout straight figures if you here you wit us
If not Boo you know what I still got you



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