Somewhereinamerica (Album Version (Explicit)) Lyrics

Somewhereinamerica - JAY-Z

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Shout out to old Jews and old rules

New blacks with new stacks

I already been the king

Retro act, I'm just bringing it back like Jordan Packs

New money, they looking down on me

Blue bloods they trying to clown on me

You can turn up your nose high society

Never gone turn down the homie

Knock knock I'm at your neighbor house

Straight cash I bought ya neighbor out

You should come to the housewarming

Come and see what your new neighbor 'bout

Yellow Lambo in the driveway

A buck thirty-five, I'm on the highway

Frank Sinatra on my Sonos

Loud as fuck, I did it my way

A million sold before the album dropped

White Lexus before I had a deal

Ask Bun B about me

This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill

By the way, fuck your math

You ain't gotta count it my nigga I can add

1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 20 million

Oh, I'm so good at math

Might crash ya Internet

And I ain't even into that

When I was talking Instagram

Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped

Feds still lurking

They see I'm still putting work in

Cause somewhere in America

Miley Cyrus is still twerkin'

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Twerk, Miley, Miley, twerk

Twerk,

Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley, twerk

Twerk, yeah, ugh-huh

Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley

Only in America