Lyrics Jay Z - SiR

Nino stop barking for a second
One ounce, two plugs, three seconds and I'm on the
Four, five flying with my 6
Got a call from the 7, say she with a 9
If you add 'em up, that's more than a dime
So I hop on four niggas at 4 to 2
Hit down Manchester, Inglewood city what it do

Got a call from my day 1 nigga, perfect timing
He can have the 9, 'cause 7 is mine
And when you see that body you say she a 29
But you gotta be blind to see there's more than being fine
Back to the mission
Hit down Byrd, make a left on 3rd and I'm waiting for my nigga as

I'm counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z... Jay Z

Twenty minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't even tripping, I'm on his time, we burn out
Hit down 7th, call up the 7
Say we on our way, no need for direction
I know where she live
She used to let me put 12 all up in them ribs

Ooh how could I forget?
The only one I ever let get away
Finally decided to call mine and play
It's 10 o'clock when we pull up
I give her a call
Tell her that I made it
Her friend opened the door
For a split second I forgot who I came for

Told my nigga if you really want it then it's yours
He said he did so I played my position
Him and number 9 disappear into the kitchen
And number 7 tell how much of a whore her friend is
She rather ride solo, 'cause she can't stand bitches

And I remember why I left 7 alone
'Cause she bad as hell, but her heart is cold
Kept her entertained while my nigga did his role
30 minutes later in the scraper and we gone, now

I'm counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z... Jay Z