Cashmere Thoughts Lyrics

Cashmere Thoughts

[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