Jay-Z – Success Lyrics  Share

From Jay-Z's album: American Gangster

(feat. Nas)

[Jay-Z:]
I got these niggas breezy, don^,t worry about it
Let that bitch breathe!
I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less
What do I think of success
It sucks too much to stress
I guess I blew up quick, cause friends I grew up with
See me as a primi, but I^,m not and my nut^,s big
I don^,t know what the fuss is
My career is illustrious
My rep is impeccable
I^,m not to be fucked with, with shit
Let that bitch breathe!
I^,m way too important to be talking extorting
Asking me for a portion is like asking me for a coffin
Broad daylight I off ya on switch
Ya not too bright, goodnight, long kiss,
Bye-bye, my reply, blah-blah
Blast burner then pass burner, to TyTy
Finish my breakfast, why?
I got an appettite for destruction and you^,re a small fry
Now where was I
Let that bitch breathe!
I used to give a shit, now I don^,t give a shit more
Truth be told, I had more fun when I was piss poor
I^,m pissed off, is this what success all about
A bunch of niggas acting like bitches with big mouths
All this stress, all I got is this big house
Couple cars, I don^,t bring half of them shits out
All this ace of spade I drank, just to piss out
I mean I like the taste, could have saved myself six hours
How many times can I go to Mr. Chow^,s, Tao^,s, Nobu
Hold up, let me move my bowels
I^,ll shit on y^,all niggas, OG tell these boys

[Juan:]
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Y^,all ain^,t got shit on my nigga

[Jay-Z:]
I got watches I ain^,t seen in months
Apartment at the Trump I only slept in it once
Nigga said Hova was over, such dummies
Even if I fell I land on a bunch of money
Y^,all ain^,t got nothing for me
Nas, let that bitch breathe!

[Nas:]
Success, McLaren, women starin^,
My villain appearance
Sacred blood of a king
In my vein ain^,t spillin^,
Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill, Romero
Camaro driven
I climax from paper then ask why is life worth livin^,
Is it the hunt for the shit that you want
To receive is great but I lust giving
The best jewelers want to make my things
I make Jacob shit on Lorraine, just to make me a chain
Niggas mention of one love, came home to paper in hand
Ain^,t got to brag about the feds young man
Old cribs I sold, y^,all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in other continents
Worst enemies want to be my best friends
Best friends want to be enemies, like that^,s what^,s in
But I don^,t give a fuck, walk inside the lion^,s den
Take everybody^,s chips, about to cash them in
Up your catalogue dog, mines worth too much
Like Mike Jack^,s ATV Pub, Mottola can^,t touch
Let this bitch breathe!

[Jay-Z & Nas:]
Let this bitch breathe!
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