Cashmere Thoughts lyrics

Artist  : Jay-z 
Song : Cashmere Thoughts



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[Jay Z has a conversation with some cat]
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 dealin that hoe money
You know hoe
money is slow money but it's sho' money
Check
this out man when you run up on your
bitch
this this is what you tell her
Stick
they hands in they panties, grab that
knot
Stick they arm in a car window, drop it
like it's hot

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, I talk
jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry
like a
hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable
timin
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is
linen
Spittin venom up in the, minds of young
women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type
similar
Might you remember, my shit is
col-l-l-ld like December
Smoother than Persian
rugs, the cashmere
chromosomes make a nigga
Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold
pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a
million like I'm rappin em 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 gettin
dough
Spittin flow like fine wines down your
earlobe
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl
handled pistol
Honies hum in melody when I,
rub it like crystal
The proper ettiquette,
when I drop the subject verb
then the
predicate, with this rich nigga preterite
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
locust
Focus on the loc' I be the greatest
nigga that wrote it
Return of the Jedi, from
Rio Degenero
Worn da red eye, yet I, still
feel the need to be fly
I did die when I'm
rappin then slide like satin
You know the
black eye 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 em is when your dick
hard

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
Yeah
baby
Motherfuckin pimp that's what he
be
Cashmere baby
Don't get no hotter than
that
Sho' you're right
Them niggaz
know

Check it out, check it
out
Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like
heroin
Young pimps is sterile when I pimp
through your burough in
I gotta keep your
tricks intact
Cause I walk like a p-iyimp,
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
watch it it change to night
Go tell your peeps
dawg I'm lethal til it ain't right
I pimp hard
on a trick, look
Fuck if your leg broke bitch,
hop up on your good foot