Jay-Z Schooling Young Money artist (Drake). Silly Raps Fueds.(Uh) Y’all can miss me with that money talkThe smart money’s on Hov, fuck what the dumemis talkI don’t do too much bloggingI just run the town, I don’t do too much jogging(Unh) I ain’t got a scar yet‘Cause you fuckin’ around with me and my dogs is far-fetchedDrake, here is how they gon’ come at youWill silly raps for you tryin’ to distract youIn disguise, in the form of a favorThe Barzini me, watch for the traitors(Unh) I done seen it all, done it allThat’s why none of these dumb-dumb could dun him offThe summer’s ours, the winter tooTop down in the winter, that’s what winners doAnd to these niggas I’m like Windows 7You let ‘em tell it, they swear that they invented youAnd since no good deed go unpunishedI’m not as cool with niggas as I once wasI once was, cool as the Fonz wasBut these bright lights turned me to a monsterSorry, mama, I promised it wouldn’t change meBut I would’ve went insane had I remained the same meFuck niggas, bitches tooAll I got is this money, this’ll do