[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Aiyyo, I got a resolution

This year I'm playing right

No 6:15 this year, yeah, you can stay the night

We can go bowling, it ain't like before

Can't y'all see that I'm growing? I was so immature

I was young and having money

Having honeys come to the crib

Dig in their shit

And they couldn't get cab money from me

Some bad chicks didn't get past the bridge

I went to 1 Trump Plaza on their asses

No room service, just snacks and shit

Work with those Little Debbies

And when you're done, get ready

The chicks I was fiending to smash

Let 'em lean on the cash

Will take 'em on long trips

Break 'em with long dick

There was no such thing as strong relationships

But I'm off that player shit

I need a chick that practice Tai Chi

That still can buy weed

And can give me some good head

And I'll make her a mami

[Chorus]

(Hey papi!)

Even if they don't understand the flow

They understand the dough, my ladies going

(Hey papi!)

Promise you'll never let me go

Promise you'll never leave me

Promise we'll grow

[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]

The only thing Bleek spinning is

Them chrome wheels spinning on them new rims

Home, suspended from school again

I'm grown, still ill, ladies love the ve-hi-cle, like "Bleek

Can I feel up on your wood and grill?"

It's a hood thing, wood grain, off the chain

She give me good brain

Love the way I push my slang

Calling my jack soon as they hop in my V

They catching contact, weed smoke all up in the weave

Bet your man can't do it like this, like this

I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this

And I'm from Marcy, you catch me on anybody's block

Reppin' th-the Roc

Hoes, they all clock like:

[Chorus]

(Hey papi!)

Even if they don't understand the flow

They understand the dough, my ladies going

(Hey papi!)

Promise you'll never let me go

Promise you'll never leave me

Promise we'll grow

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

I was the worst, I used to switch chicks every day

Had niggas mad, for real, like, "I wish he was gay"

'Cause they knew sooner or later, hun was getting with Jay

Just a matter of time – she was getting with Jay

I'll have your chick in the summer tropics sipping on 'Zé

Spitting up in the Pacifics, smoking spliffs in the shade

She used to love you, but she feeling different today

You used to smother her, look at your honey slipping away

Consorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her space

She said she feel free when she's around me

I'm letting her do her and, in turn, she's doing me

She on the phone with her friends like, "How cool is he?!"