(Young Jeezy)
We gettin money over here, what it do pimpin
See y'all boyz lookin but y'all niggaz aint tippin' HOLD UP
Ye there somethin wrong wit it, if ya money gone nigga
be the fuck gone wit it

(Bun B)
Don' worry bout what the fuck we smokin' ova here
Don' worry bout what the fuck we drankin' ova here
Don' worry bout who the fuck fell ova here
Don' worry bout worry bout worry bout worry bout

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I'm in a new SL nigga the tag still on it
And the pussy niggaz hating cause all the hoes want it
She aks me why I looked so mean
I said the Benz just do somethin to my self-esteem
Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me think what I think
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drank what I drank
Nigga think I ain't?
No need to brag
Man these hoes love Jeezy they just like my swag
The way I do my thang
I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass chain

[CHORUS]

[Young Jeezy]
I have you feelin' like a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
I'm trappin lil daddy gon' get them boulders off
And I'ma teach ya how to stunt
As soon as my niggaz roll up these blunts
She said she like my demeanor
Between me and you I think she's digging my Beemer
Love the way a lil nigga spit so slick
Plus she heard I gotta big dick that's it
Yeah put it on me girl
Matter of fact tell ya friend ta put it on me girl
Gangsta shit we got dro in the air
Bottles of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere

[CHORUS]

[Bun B]
I gotta stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers
A house full of gunz and a click full of killers
I'm heavy in the street with a rep long as old Nash
I hit a hater wit a heat from a cold gat
We posted up on tha block like a street light
Watchin the money move makin sure I eat right
Dollar for dollar and dime for dime
We out here hustle for hustle, nigga grind for grind
We got them nines and them halves (furreal?)
Even them whole things grinding on the ????
Ballin' for dough mane
And we all in the dope game
Buyin and sellin
You haters buyin and tellin
But what is my niggaz yellin

[CHORUS]

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