[Jay-Z] Turn that motherfucker louder It's the Roc in this motherfucker Bi-otch! Oh yeah, bounce, uh uhbounce Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come on bounce, come on Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on)
[Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunnin' Throw a drink in the air Let 'em know you still thuggin' Yo I come through, few of my man's Scoop you and your friends You, you, and you with the Timbs In tight jeans, Chinese eyes Indian hair, Black girl ass Let me pour you a glass of Belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul While I palm your ass And your man did what? He ain't give you? He cheated with her I can't diss duke I tell you this though Get with this dude I'll teach you about dough And show you what this do (It's a secret society, all we ask is trust) But I don't freeze bitches Just skeeze bitches Break up happy homes Just seize misses You'll never get her back once you get a yacht How you love that? How you love that?
[Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still