[Jay-Z] Guru turn this shit up (OW!) I know a million people already did this Let's make it a billion Get busy, happy birthday my nigga Geah, a billi, a billi, a billi a billionaire Call me Philly Collins, I feel a billion is in the air I affiliate, with Billy Cakes, that's my pair And Jah-ma-nillionaire is my consigliere When I wear, Billionaire, Boys Clubs it's more than care I don't wear it cause Pharrell, I wear it cause I'm fo'real {*I SEE DEAD PEOPLE*} I see Benjamins and a billion other big head people I'm a natural born hustler, Marcy Projects motherfucker Turned professional journalist reportin, live from the gutter My girl, carry boxcutters, rubbers, shoot up with undercovers screamin FUCK THE WORLD, why, cause, don't nobody love us Shawn Carter, Sean Bell, what's the difference? Do tell 50 shots or 50 mill', ain't no difference go to hell So, BRRRAK, lick a shot for, BRRRACK Obama, change gon' come-ah I'ma buy the whole hood llamas on me Roc nation army, million strong and the mantra's gon' be It is whatever it's gon' be, on three Shawn, in the Hum V, y'all can call it cold warm Declarin, I'm free, bumpin 'Pac and the Outlawz I'm flyer than all outdoors, I ball out pours I buy, champagne companies, I'm past buyin out bars But I do that, I'm so past, G5's and G4's But I flew, back, back and forth like Aaliyah (rest in peace to ya) Takes a nation of millions to hold us back But when your boy reach a billion it's a wrap (off of RAP?) YEAH! Roc nation it takes a nation to stop I'm signin off, it's the hood's Barack, BRRRACK! Motherfucker I'm ill! Motherfucker I'm ill