In a verse from Rick Ross' new single, "3 Kings," the rapper lets the world know exactly how it is.
"Millions on my wall in all my rooms," Jay-Z raps about his impressive collection of artwork on his guest verse to the new single. He adds that naysayers "couldn't f--- with my daughter's room" and they "couldn't walk in my daughters socks."
Jay-Z and his wife Beyonce guarantee that their daughter has nothing but the finest of everything, reports US Weekly. Earlier this week, Blue Ivy's mother Beyonce took her to Bergdorf Goodman in Manhattan.
"I just know I'll probably have the worst, spoiled little kid ever," Jay-Z joked on "Oprah's Master Class: Special Edition" earlier this year.
Far from spoiled himself, Jay-Z was raised at the tough Marcy Projects in Brooklyn.
His accomplishments haven't made Jay-Z the most modest man. He famously opened his hit song "Dirt Off Your Shoulder" with "You're now tuned into the motherf---ing greatest." He similarly proclaimed, "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world" at the beginning of his smash "H to the Izzo."
Until Blue Ivy can talk, Jay-Z will do the bragging on her behalf.
It’s just different, I know it feels different
I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, yall should know by now
If you don’t know
Millions on my wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn’t fuck with my daughters room
Niggas couldn’t walk in my daughters socks
Banksy bitches, Basquiats
I ran through that buck 50, Live Nation fronted me
They working on another deal, they talking 250
I’m holding out for 3, 275 and I just might agree
Ex D-boy, used to park my Beemer
Now look at me I can park at my own Arena
I only love her if her weave new
I’m still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin’ out the BM with your bm
Taking her places you can’t go with your per-diem
Screaming carpe diem until I’m a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a Golden Globe
I take an Ace in the meanwhile
You aint gotta keep this, it’s just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I made more off crates
Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, fuck boy out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store somebody save me
Stuntin’ to the max like wavy
Ooh shit, stuntin’ to the max I’m so wavy
Used to shop in TJ Maxx back in ’83
I don’t even know if it was open then
I aint know Oprah then
Had the Xl80 bike, loud motor
They be like, damn when I’m coming through
Had a grill in ’88
Ya’ll niggas is late
You got all that right?
I love this shit like my own daughter
And spray these niggas baby just like daddy taught ya
Young, it’s just different