Lyrics:

[Pharrell]
What, uh, cmon, uh, keep the change, my nigga, (its too late)
Its too late for that
Dont gotta to spit that game
Keep the change, my nigga, its too late for that
Keep the change, my nigga, its too late for that

[Jay-Z]
Uh, uh, young, Neptunes, Young Chris, ROC
Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars
Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla

[Chorus: Pharrell]
My nigga, please - you aint signing no checks like these
My nigga, please - you pushing no wheels like these
My nigga, please - you aint holding no tecks like these
My nigga, please - you dont pop in vest like these

[Jay-Z]
My nigga please, uh-huh, uh,
This my world, pimp stroll
Nigga please, you aint start out from your trunk
Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk
Nigga please, chumps dont tour like us
You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus
Nigga please, you aint got your neck all froze
With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes
Nigga please, you dont be getting no hoes
With La Perla on they cheeks, cant be messing with cheap chicks
Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans
Manolo Blahnik Im going through they body like an ultrasonic
You aint got em blowing no chronic
Divine intervention, you cant prevent me from shining
Nigga please, I been around the world
Damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world
Nigga please, you cant even hold my shoes
I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you

[Chorus + ad libs]

[Jay-Z]
Uh, pimp strolling on em
Black diamonds, rose goldin on em
Paper foldin on em
Snuck pass the dog noses with the Foldgers on em
Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on em
Snitch got pinched but he toned it on em
Lawyers got it adjourned, try {?} on em
Witnesses, its no holdin on em
Just George Jefferson strollin on em
Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be
My videos is like real TV
That chick, thats me, that six, thats me
That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea
Nigga please

[Chorus + ad libs]

[Young Chris]
Yo, yo,
Nigga please, yall aint seeing no checks like these (no)
Yall dont run up in record labels demanding respect like we
Yall dont rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we
Yall coach class, yall never private jet like we
My nigga please, yall dont smoke the sour diesel like us
You dont go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us
Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us
And repeat it we must, yall dont re-up like us
Ay, yall aint being like us, cause yall dont see it like us
The move the Ds when they rush
My nigga please, they must be on Es and dust
Then niggas fin with pills, yall dont get Gs like us
My nigga please, yall youngns aint got O.G.s like me
B. Sig, Young Hov, Dame Dash, Kareem
Nigga please, somebody mustve gassed your team
Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (GangGreen)
My nigga please

[Chorus + ad libs]

[Pharrell]
Amazing man, got your aerosol,
I made my money, but dont trouble the law
I keep the womens around
I got the gremlins crazy
And wanna know the time
Better have me shades, see
My nigga please

[Chorus + ad libs]