[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yes, y'all, and Jigga man be balling
Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawling
Get the best of you whenever I put my all in
Have mamis calling for the Lord, darling
Jigga Impallin', ass drop
Coupes with half the top, expose half my knot
N***a mad when I brag about the cash I got
But I'm used to not having a lot
I'm from the gutter and, uh, I ain't the type to ever chase your box
I'm the type to interior decorate the watch
I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block
In every state like clockwork, Jigga's the hurt, holler

[Verse 2: Mýa]
Lips are telling me, "Yes"
While you're kissing on my neck
Making me feel so
Should I stay? Should I go?
I don't know
Your hot boy style drives me wild
But in the back of mind, I know

[Chorus: Mýa]
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me
The best of me, the best of me