[Intro] Look, I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea Look, lo-lo look Look, lo-lo look Look, look
[Verse 1-Fabolous] It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it sick I'm heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick I been one of them boys since way back when This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money I keep it comin with bottles of champagne dunny So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey These pimps just better have a gothic for me I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me I'm rich bitch, ballin just a hobby for me
[Chorus-Young Jeezy] I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy Do the damn thang, do the damn thang A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
[Verse 2-Young Jeezy] My phone is tapped and so is my livin room We cant hide the money here, we need a bigger room Let me show you what I stand fo, Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em lean back Save your ammo don't waste it Got him dodgin bullets like he in the matrix Jeans strapped and ya better dip Carvin 15, got six clips Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough Call me bossan george, got a lotta hoes They place orders, so I bake cakes I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight You see the diamonds in my damn chain It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang
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[Verse 3-Fabolous] You waitin instead of participatin with them boys You skatin on them 22 datins like them boys I'm hatin that they communicatin with them boys I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit They see a nigga stones look sick And I gotta stack of singles in my hand thats phone booth thick Cuz I'm so hood rich That I'm no good bitch And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter My style fit wit her I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta I know them tricks bitter When im in the six with her So im in a mix with her Fourty four six with her And I'm higher than a motherfucker But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker
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