Jay Z - Cashmere Thoughts

[Intro]

Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah

What it is player?

(You player, it's all 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 dealing that hoe money

You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money

(Check this out man, you run up on your bitches

This is what you tell 'em

Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot

Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot)

[Verse 1]

Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds: all cherry

Like a hymen, when I'm rhyming with remarkable timing

Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen

Spitting venom up in the minds of young women

Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar

Might you remember, my shit is cold like December

Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere

Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga - Jay-Z, lethal drugs

18-carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets

Words worth a million like I'm rapping them through platinum teeth

I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned

'Cause all beef return well done filet mignon

The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I

Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro

As if you didn't know, Jay's about getting dough

Spitting flow like fine wines down your earlobe

I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol

Honeys hum in melody when I rub it like crystal

The proper etiquette, when I drop the subject verb

Then the predicate, with this rich nigga rhetoric

I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole

I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know

From New York to Paris, the vocal style vary

From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, Now

Notice the child swift like a Lotus

Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it

Return of the Jedi, from Rio De Janeiro on the red eye

Yet I still feel the need to be fly

I did die when I'm rapping then slide like satin

You know the black I 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

Life's short, so play hard and stick hard

And the only time you love them is when your dick hard

[Interlude]

Whoooh! (That's cashmere baby)

Nah, you know, that's just laid back man

(Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z)

Cashmere baby

(Motherfucking pimp that's what he be)

Cashmere baby

(It don't get no hotter than that baby)

Sho' yo right, sho' yo right

(Them niggas know)

[Verse 2]

Check it out, check it out

Ghetto's Errol Flynn, hot like heroin

Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your borough and

I gotta keep your tricks intact

'Cause I walk like a p-iy-imp, talk like a mack, man

The star player, the golden bar layer

The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right

I'm game tight, so why should it change tonight?

Go tell your peeps dog I'm lethal until it ain't right

I pimp hard on a trick: look

Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot...