Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
If anybody gettin’ handsome checks, it should be us
Y’all think small, I think Biggie
Yeah, I’ll fuck up a good thing if you let me
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
[Intro: JAY-Z]

Hundred percent, Black-owned champagne
But that ain’t even a statement (Ha-ya)
Y’all need to stop
Amen, amen (Ha-ya)
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Uh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first
My wife in the crib feedin’ the kids liquid gold
Turn the music up too (Ha-ya-ya-ya)
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Kay losin’ the babies ’cause their future’s uncertain
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
That’s how you feel, Emory? (Ha-ya)
That’s how he feel, turn my vocal up (Ha-ya)
Nobody wins when the family feuds
I would say I’m the realest nigga rappin’ (Ha-ya)
And old niggas, y’all stop actin’ brand new
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Old niggas never accepted me
Can I get a "Amen" from the congregation?
I’ll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit
My consciousness was Michael’s common sense
Nah, we did that, Black-owned things
Love me like, love
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
But we ain’t get through to you yet, uh
Alhamdulillah, I run through ’em all
I’m clear why I’m here, how about you?
[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
We in a whole different mode
Hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
[Verse 1: JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
[Interlude: JAY-Z]

We all lose when the family feuds
Amen, amen (Ha-ya)
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
(Mmmmm) Pretty much
‘Specially if they’re from the same hue as you
[Interlude: JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
Al Sharpton in the mirror takin’ selfies
I missed the karma that came as a consequence
You’d rather be old rich me or new you?
Let me alone, Becky
What’s better than one billionaire? Two
All this old talk left me confused
But my stash can’t fit into Steve Harvey’s suit
(Ha-ya) Turn my vocal up, Guru!
What’s better than one billionaire? Two (two)
[Outro: Beyoncé]
How is him or Pill Cosby s’posed to help me?

Ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I’m cute
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
Fuck rap, crack cocaine
Super Bowl goals
Kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed
Y’all still drinkin’ Perrier-Jouët, hah
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Y’all stop me when I stop tellin’ the truth
Y’all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi

We all screwed ’cause we never had the tools
A man that don’t take care his family can’t be rich

I’m tryna fix you
New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin’ Dos Equis
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
And we merrily merrily eatin’ off these streams
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Like 2Pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh
(Ha-ya) My nigga got on all white, no socks
I’ll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC
(Ha-ya, ha-ya)
I’m tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official
My nigga got that cocaina on today
(Ha-ya) My nigga got on
Ha-ya, ha-ya
Yeah yeah yeah
Can I get "Amen" from the congregation?
I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
Hahahaha (Ha-ya)

Nobody wins when the family feuds
That’s like sayin’ I’m the tallest midget (Ha-ya)
Turn my vocal up some more
Niggas bustin’ off through the curtains ’cause she hurtin’
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
I told my wife the spiritual shit really work
Wait, that ain’t politically correct , forget it (Ha-ya)