Lyrics
[Beyonce]
I hear you be the block
But I'm the light that keeps the streets on
Notice you the type that like to keep them on a leash though
I'm known to walk alone, but I'm alone for a reason
Sending me a drink ain't appeasing, believe me
Come harder, this could be easy
Don't doubt yourself
Trust me, you need me
This ain't a shoulder with a chip, or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for?
You need a real woman in your life (that's a good look)
Taking care of home and still fly (that's a good look)
And I'm a help you build up your account
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look, ladies that's a good look)
Believe me
When you're in those big meetings for the mils (that's a good look)
You take me just to compliment the deal (that's a good look)
Anything you cop, I split the bill
(That's a good look, better yet a hood look, ladies that's a good look)
Believe me
[Chorus]
Partner, let me upgrade ya
Auda Marva Kade ya
Switch ya necktie to purple labels
Upgrade ya
I can up
Can I up
Let me up
Upgrade ya
Partner, let me upgrade ya
Partner, let me upgrade ya
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things and
Upgrade ya
I can up
Can I up
Let me up
Upgrade ya
Partner, let me upgrade ya
[Beyonce]
I can do for you what Martin did for the people
Ran by the man, but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom that you're blessed to find your equal
Still play my part, and let you take the lead role
Believe me
I'll follow; this could be easy
I'll be the help whenever you need me
I see your hustle, with my hustle I can keep you
Focused on your focus, I can feed you
You need a real woman in your life
Taking care of home and still fly
I can help you build up your account
Believe me
When you're in the big meetings for the mils
You take me just to compliment the deal
Anything you cop, I split the bill
Believe me
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
I be the d-boy who infiltrated all the corporate dudes
They call shots, I call audibles
Jacob the jeweler, Bubbles, Loraine Schwartz sorta dude
It's big ballin', baby, when I'm caught in you
I'm talking spa bags, and fly pads, and rooms at the Bloomberg
And rumors you on the verge of a new marriage
'Cause that rock on your finger's like a tumor
You can't fit your hand in your new purse
It's humorous to me; they watchin', and we just yachtin'
Island hoppin' off the Omafi coast
Mafioso, Hov, baby, you ever seen satin?
No, not the car, but everywhere we are
You sure to see stars
This is high level, not eye level
My bezzle courtesy of Auda Marv
I'll order yours tomorrow, now look at the time I saved ya
Mama, let me upgrade ya
[Beyonce]
Just when you think you had it all
Big ends, car notes, collectin' cars
Picture your life elevated with me
Make you my project celebrity
I'll keep your name hot in them streets
That makes the diamond really shine
And you already is a star, but
Unless you're flawless
Then your dynasty ain't complete without a chief like me
[Chorus]
[Beyonce]
Auda Marva Kay watch
Dimples in your neck tie
Hermez briefcase
Cartier top clips
Silk lime blazers
Diamond cream facials
VVS cuff links
Six star pimp suites
Partner, let me upgrade ya, grade ya
Partner, partner, let me upgrade ya, grade ya
Let me, let me, let me upgrade ya, grade ya
Partner, partner, partner, let me upgrade ya
Written by WILLIE JAMES CLARKE | CLARENCE HENRY REID | SHAWN C CARTER




















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