Ultra (feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Jay-Z]

Yeah, yeah, it's what you want huh?

yeah, Talk that sh-t n-gga

uhh, uhh

[Swizz Beatz]

Ultra ultra ultra

You are ultra ultra ultra ultra

Ultra, Ultra hova

[Jay-Z - Verse 1]

Roc my ultra ways

producing (?) of Ace came from ultraglades

celebrating surviving where the vultures pray

with a couple uber models in my ultra bay

my clique realer we get fresher

Balmain jackets with Owen leathers

my chick hotter skip Prada, Balenciaga

my fames a monster ladies go Gaga

From MC ultra ultra

from the mighty ROC nation La Costra Nostra

wait gangsta our guns is legal so

we don't even care if you run to the people, oooh

the same lawyer got Diddy off

duplicates(?) the same way I get rid of y'all

ugh, f-ck the DA the mayor know me

the big guy in D.C. got a favor for me

[Swizz Beatz - Chorus]

We are

ultra ultra ultra ultra

ultra ultra ultra ultra

I am

ultra ultra ultra ultra

ultra ultra ultra ultra

You are

ultra ultra ultra ultra

ultra ultra ultra ultra

[Jay-Z - Verse 2]

I'm ultra hot, mixing the pineapple with coconut Ciroc

Ughh, a white party for white bitches

fly haircuts and dyke bitches

Last train to Paris first stop is Harrods

you don't need no baggage

ugh I go ultra hard

there's no max on that matt black ultra card

no limit keep spending got no regard

lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com

Me and hov two yachts playing bumper cars

ugh, throw the money in the ocean like f-ck it ughh,

throw the linen on in the right bucket ughhh,

err I'm on that fly n-gga sh-t

last thing they shoulda did is let a n-gga get rich

you know I'm gon' go too far

all these diamonds in my damn chain oh my God

[Chorus]

[End]