[Produced by Ski Beatz]

[Chorus: Nas]

Presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose…)

[Intro: JAY-Z]

Rock… on, Roc-A-Fella y’all

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]

While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate

Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit

Live out my dreams until my heart give out

Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit’s about

Fuck y’all mean? Handlin’ since a teen, I dish out

Like the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt

My life ain’t rosy but I roll with it

My mind was fine till the dough hit it and told me that the Mo’ did it

And now it’s kosher, shit is so Hasidic

I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches

Watch how I’m walkin’, 'cause even the thoroughest niggas be NARC’in

Tryin’ to strike a bargain, hopin’ that they might get pardoned

Shit I’m involved with got me pins and needles

And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil, thoughts that this sport’ll feed you

Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch a

Freeze off my kneecap, can y’all believe that?

Got the city drinkin’ Cristals, re-up the fee

Rappers goin’ broke tryin’ to keep up with me

My rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harder

You know this nigga: JAY-Z, Shawn Carter

G.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck up

Watch me shine like a Breitling, Breguets the fuck up

All rhymers forget it like Alzheimer’s

Small timers, I said it, I’m addressin’ all drama

Talk to me!

[Chorus: Nas]

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose…)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose…)

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]

So sick of niggas

“I want money like Cosby” – who wouldn’t?

This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain’t got no puddin’

Niggas got them kinda dreams from jail

You in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mail

Niggas’ll coast in the SL but can’t post bail

Niggas’ll roast a L, but scared to throw your toast, well

I’m here to tell niggas it ain’t all swell

There’s heaven, then there’s hell, niggas

One day you’re cruisin’ in your 7, next day, you’re sweatin’, forgettin’ your lies

Alibis ain’t matchin’ up, bullshit catchin’ up

Hit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle

Everything was all good just a week ago

‘Bout to start bitchin’, ain’t you? Ready to start snitchin’, ain’t you?

I’ll forgive your weak-ass: hustlin’ just ain’t you

Aside from the fast cars, honies that shake they ass at bars

You know you wouldn’t be involved

With the underworld dealers, carriers of MAC-millers

East Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers

Little monkey niggas turn gorillas

Stopped in the station, filled up on octane, and now they not sane

And not playin’, that goes without sayin’

Slayin’ day in and day out, when money play in, then they play you out

Tryin’ to escape my own mind, lurkin’ the enemy

Representin’ infinity with presidencies, you know?

[Bridge: Nas]

Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose…)

Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose…)

Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose…)

Dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose…)

[Chorus: Nas]

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money!)

I’m out for dead nikcuf presidents to represent me (Whose…)

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