I remember being posted up on the 1st and the 3rd
Just re'd up, nigga got a 9 piece
All the while fantasizing, visualizing, comin' through in a Benz
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like it's cream brulee
Straight drop that glass, whipped cream, watch them eat it up like dessert
Broad day, call it Draya
Almost caught me on the camera nigga makin' it twerk
'Magine me with the Kenmore stove
With the Pyrex goin' berserk
Show up in the khaki Dickies suit, with the Tims on like "I'm going to work"
[Hook:]
That quarter block
All about getting that quarter block
Started with the rocks in a slab
Then I moved up on the Ave
Hit them up with that quarter block
Yeaaaahhhh, that quarter block
All about getting that quarter block
250 straight, 9 piece straight drop
Yeah, I'm 'bout to hit these niggas with a quarter block
I'm the undisputed track king, talkin' straight cash shit like Mayweather
I was 15 on The Money Team, whip a nigga ass like Mayweather
Young nigga, 14 for the half from the big homie, didn't know better
Old niggas taxing didn't stop shit, cuz a young nigga got mo' cheddar
This work shit is in my resume
Brand new chickens all day like I'm Chick-Fil-A
Spot open up, weed given on the weekend
Even on Sunday unlike Chick-Fil-A
Don't you want a 9 piece wing my nigga?
Lowkey, tryna be seen my nigga
Run through the check, that's the protocol
34 walls, threw 'em a promoter dog
[Hook]
Said I'm sitting here
Staring at the bottom of this Visionware
And I swear I can see my dreams
As the water boil, see a little clearer
Eyes red, nigga might need some Visine
Game got a nigga head throbbing, nigga might need some Advil
Feds picked up my nigga and his baby mama
Last night shit was mad real
Scared to go to church
Throw him an iced out cross, then I hit the club
Threw both hands over both my eyes in the court room so I can't see the judge
I made miracles with that soda babe
Yea I suppose with that yola babe
Cash Money in my projects, since a Juvenile
Like the Nolia baby
[Hook]
Let's Go
Jeezy - Seen It All: The Autobiography Album Lyrics
Jeezy - Seen It All: The Autobiography Lyrics
- 1/4 Block
- 1/4 Block
- What You Say
- What You Say
- Black Eskimo
- Black Eskimo
- Enough
- Enough
- Holy Ghost
- Holy Ghost
- Me OK
- Me OK
- 4 Zones
- 4 Zones
- Been Getting Money
- Been Getting Money
- F*ck The World
- F*ck The World
- Seen It All
- Seen It All
- Win Is A Win
- Win Is A Win
- Beautiful
- Beautiful
- Beez Like
- Beez Like
- No Tears
- No Tears
- How I Did It (Perfection)
- How I Did It (Perfection)
- Shady Life
- Shady Life
- Addicted
- Addicted
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
1/4 Block
I remember being posted up on the 1st and the 3rd
Just re'd up, nigga got a 9 piece
All the while fantasizing, visualizing, comin' through in a Benz
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like it's cream brulee
Straight drop that glass, whipped cream, watch them eat it up like dessert
Broad day, call it Draya
Almost caught me on the camera nigga makin' it twerk
'Magine me with the Kenmore stove
With the Pyrex goin' berserk
Show up in the khaki Dickies suit, with the Tims on like "I'm going to work"
[Hook:]
That quarter block
All about getting that quarter block
Started with the rocks in a slab
Then I moved up on the Ave
Hit them up with that quarter block
Yeaaaahhhh, that quarter block
All about getting that quarter block
250 straight, 9 piece straight drop
Yeah, I'm 'bout to hit these niggas with a quarter block
I'm the undisputed track king, talkin' straight cash shit like Mayweather
I was 15 on The Money Team, whip a nigga ass like Mayweather
Young nigga, 14 for the half from the big homie, didn't know better
Old niggas taxing didn't stop shit, cuz a young nigga got mo' cheddar
This work shit is in my resume
Brand new chickens all day like I'm Chick-Fil-A
Spot open up, weed given on the weekend
Even on Sunday unlike Chick-Fil-A
Don't you want a 9 piece wing my nigga?
Lowkey, tryna be seen my nigga
Run through the check, that's the protocol
34 walls, threw 'em a promoter dog
[Hook]
Said I'm sitting here
Staring at the bottom of this Visionware
And I swear I can see my dreams
As the water boil, see a little clearer
Eyes red, nigga might need some Visine
Game got a nigga head throbbing, nigga might need some Advil
Feds picked up my nigga and his baby mama
Last night shit was mad real
Scared to go to church
Throw him an iced out cross, then I hit the club
Threw both hands over both my eyes in the court room so I can't see the judge
I made miracles with that soda babe
Yea I suppose with that yola babe
Cash Money in my projects, since a Juvenile
Like the Nolia baby
[Hook]
Let's Go
Just re'd up, nigga got a 9 piece
All the while fantasizing, visualizing, comin' through in a Benz
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like it's cream brulee
Straight drop that glass, whipped cream, watch them eat it up like dessert
Broad day, call it Draya
Almost caught me on the camera nigga makin' it twerk
'Magine me with the Kenmore stove
With the Pyrex goin' berserk
Show up in the khaki Dickies suit, with the Tims on like "I'm going to work"
[Hook:]
That quarter block
All about getting that quarter block
Started with the rocks in a slab
Then I moved up on the Ave
Hit them up with that quarter block
Yeaaaahhhh, that quarter block
All about getting that quarter block
250 straight, 9 piece straight drop
Yeah, I'm 'bout to hit these niggas with a quarter block
I'm the undisputed track king, talkin' straight cash shit like Mayweather
I was 15 on The Money Team, whip a nigga ass like Mayweather
Young nigga, 14 for the half from the big homie, didn't know better
Old niggas taxing didn't stop shit, cuz a young nigga got mo' cheddar
This work shit is in my resume
Brand new chickens all day like I'm Chick-Fil-A
Spot open up, weed given on the weekend
Even on Sunday unlike Chick-Fil-A
Don't you want a 9 piece wing my nigga?
Lowkey, tryna be seen my nigga
Run through the check, that's the protocol
34 walls, threw 'em a promoter dog
[Hook]
Said I'm sitting here
Staring at the bottom of this Visionware
And I swear I can see my dreams
As the water boil, see a little clearer
Eyes red, nigga might need some Visine
Game got a nigga head throbbing, nigga might need some Advil
Feds picked up my nigga and his baby mama
Last night shit was mad real
Scared to go to church
Throw him an iced out cross, then I hit the club
Threw both hands over both my eyes in the court room so I can't see the judge
I made miracles with that soda babe
Yea I suppose with that yola babe
Cash Money in my projects, since a Juvenile
Like the Nolia baby
[Hook]
Let's Go
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
What You Say
[Hook:]
Nigga, what you say?
Cuban link on right now, Swear it cost ya boy bout 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Gold Rolie on right now, Swear it cost ya boy bout 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Big check on me right now, it's like ya boy riding' round with 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Fed case on me right now, it's like ya boy pullin' over with 72 zones
Nigga what you say?
Gon head nigga act silly, Let the choppa [?] Wet Willies
We cooking chickens in the back, like we at Chili's
All my niggas still up in there, F*ck you gon Free Willy
I bought my gold for the gold diggers
Learned about the whip game from the old niggas
They like why they call him Snow? Cause he cold nigga
Singin' Yayo songs... J. Cole nigga OK
Two bricks in one car
Bout to get 'em butt naked like a porn star
You know I put 'em back together like a mixtape
Have 'em jumpin' off the shelf like a sextape
If it jumpin' back right, then the sex great
Two [?], got 'em looking like a pancake
Half a million dollar play with a handshake
[?] til your hand ache OK
All good, need a ace band
And buy 4s all day he the eight man
You really gettin that cake, then you the cake man
You really whippin' them pies, you the bake man
They say great minds think alike. Know what I'm thinkin?
A great grind will change your life
Thats what I'm thinkin nigga
I don't care who he is, where he at, where motherf*ckin' eva
When it comes to this here, ain't a motherf*cker better
[Hook]
One time I re'd up with a half a ticket
Nigga f*cked my order up, bout a half a chicken
Ya check always right, how can we help you King?
I said, Yea, I can name bout 18 things OK
500 in a ziploc, some man say he dropped it off in his flip flops
You know we peeled the top back like a T top
Watch the money starting coming, hit the G spot OK
This is something you should understand
When the work drop, same color rubber band
For my ghetto superstar, that really got fans
Let it sit up on the counter, catch a damn tan OK
Stove on and the water running
The yayo told the soda, look the water coming
It's gonna be a lil cool, be prepared
Nigga whatever you do, don't be scared!
I'm bout to get a cooking show on Netflix
And Ima call that motherf*cker yea The Best Bricks
Cause it ain't no limit to this shit, Mia X bitch
Me and this fork and my wrist, we the best bitch
They say great minds think alike. Know what I'm thinkin nigga?
A great grind will change your life
Thats what I'm thinkin nigga
I don't care who he is, where he from, where motherf*ckin' eva
When it comes to this here, ain't a motherf*cker better
[Hook]
Nigga, what you say?
Cuban link on right now, Swear it cost ya boy bout 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Gold Rolie on right now, Swear it cost ya boy bout 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Big check on me right now, it's like ya boy riding' round with 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Fed case on me right now, it's like ya boy pullin' over with 72 zones
Nigga what you say?
Gon head nigga act silly, Let the choppa [?] Wet Willies
We cooking chickens in the back, like we at Chili's
All my niggas still up in there, F*ck you gon Free Willy
I bought my gold for the gold diggers
Learned about the whip game from the old niggas
They like why they call him Snow? Cause he cold nigga
Singin' Yayo songs... J. Cole nigga OK
Two bricks in one car
Bout to get 'em butt naked like a porn star
You know I put 'em back together like a mixtape
Have 'em jumpin' off the shelf like a sextape
If it jumpin' back right, then the sex great
Two [?], got 'em looking like a pancake
Half a million dollar play with a handshake
[?] til your hand ache OK
All good, need a ace band
And buy 4s all day he the eight man
You really gettin that cake, then you the cake man
You really whippin' them pies, you the bake man
They say great minds think alike. Know what I'm thinkin?
A great grind will change your life
Thats what I'm thinkin nigga
I don't care who he is, where he at, where motherf*ckin' eva
When it comes to this here, ain't a motherf*cker better
[Hook]
One time I re'd up with a half a ticket
Nigga f*cked my order up, bout a half a chicken
Ya check always right, how can we help you King?
I said, Yea, I can name bout 18 things OK
500 in a ziploc, some man say he dropped it off in his flip flops
You know we peeled the top back like a T top
Watch the money starting coming, hit the G spot OK
This is something you should understand
When the work drop, same color rubber band
For my ghetto superstar, that really got fans
Let it sit up on the counter, catch a damn tan OK
Stove on and the water running
The yayo told the soda, look the water coming
It's gonna be a lil cool, be prepared
Nigga whatever you do, don't be scared!
I'm bout to get a cooking show on Netflix
And Ima call that motherf*cker yea The Best Bricks
Cause it ain't no limit to this shit, Mia X bitch
Me and this fork and my wrist, we the best bitch
They say great minds think alike. Know what I'm thinkin nigga?
A great grind will change your life
Thats what I'm thinkin nigga
I don't care who he is, where he from, where motherf*ckin' eva
When it comes to this here, ain't a motherf*cker better
[Hook]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, MARKUS RANDLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
What You Say
[Hook:]
Nigga, what you say?
Cuban link on right now, Swear it cost ya boy bout 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Gold Rolie on right now, Swear it cost ya boy bout 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Big check on me right now, it's like ya boy riding' round with 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Fed case on me right now, it's like ya boy pullin' over with 72 zones
Nigga what you say?
Gon head nigga act silly, Let the choppa [?] Wet Willies
We cooking chickens in the back, like we at Chili's
All my niggas still up in there, F*ck you gon Free Willy
I bought my gold for the gold diggers
Learned about the whip game from the old niggas
They like why they call him Snow? Cause he cold nigga
Singin' Yayo songs... J. Cole nigga OK
Two bricks in one car
Bout to get 'em butt naked like a porn star
You know I put 'em back together like a mixtape
Have 'em jumpin' off the shelf like a sextape
If it jumpin' back right, then the sex great
Two [?], got 'em looking like a pancake
Half a million dollar play with a handshake
[?] til your hand ache OK
All good, need a ace band
And buy 4s all day he the eight man
You really gettin that cake, then you the cake man
You really whippin' them pies, you the bake man
They say great minds think alike. Know what I'm thinkin?
A great grind will change your life
Thats what I'm thinkin nigga
I don't care who he is, where he at, where motherf*ckin' eva
When it comes to this here, ain't a motherf*cker better
[Hook]
One time I re'd up with a half a ticket
Nigga f*cked my order up, bout a half a chicken
Ya check always right, how can we help you King?
I said, Yea, I can name bout 18 things OK
500 in a ziploc, some man say he dropped it off in his flip flops
You know we peeled the top back like a T top
Watch the money starting coming, hit the G spot OK
This is something you should understand
When the work drop, same color rubber band
For my ghetto superstar, that really got fans
Let it sit up on the counter, catch a damn tan OK
Stove on and the water running
The yayo told the soda, look the water coming
It's gonna be a lil cool, be prepared
Nigga whatever you do, don't be scared!
I'm bout to get a cooking show on Netflix
And Ima call that motherf*cker yea The Best Bricks
Cause it ain't no limit to this shit, Mia X bitch
Me and this fork and my wrist, we the best bitch
They say great minds think alike. Know what I'm thinkin nigga?
A great grind will change your life
Thats what I'm thinkin nigga
I don't care who he is, where he from, where motherf*ckin' eva
When it comes to this here, ain't a motherf*cker better
[Hook]
Nigga, what you say?
Cuban link on right now, Swear it cost ya boy bout 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Gold Rolie on right now, Swear it cost ya boy bout 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Big check on me right now, it's like ya boy riding' round with 72 zones
Nigga, what you say?
Fed case on me right now, it's like ya boy pullin' over with 72 zones
Nigga what you say?
Gon head nigga act silly, Let the choppa [?] Wet Willies
We cooking chickens in the back, like we at Chili's
All my niggas still up in there, F*ck you gon Free Willy
I bought my gold for the gold diggers
Learned about the whip game from the old niggas
They like why they call him Snow? Cause he cold nigga
Singin' Yayo songs... J. Cole nigga OK
Two bricks in one car
Bout to get 'em butt naked like a porn star
You know I put 'em back together like a mixtape
Have 'em jumpin' off the shelf like a sextape
If it jumpin' back right, then the sex great
Two [?], got 'em looking like a pancake
Half a million dollar play with a handshake
[?] til your hand ache OK
All good, need a ace band
And buy 4s all day he the eight man
You really gettin that cake, then you the cake man
You really whippin' them pies, you the bake man
They say great minds think alike. Know what I'm thinkin?
A great grind will change your life
Thats what I'm thinkin nigga
I don't care who he is, where he at, where motherf*ckin' eva
When it comes to this here, ain't a motherf*cker better
[Hook]
One time I re'd up with a half a ticket
Nigga f*cked my order up, bout a half a chicken
Ya check always right, how can we help you King?
I said, Yea, I can name bout 18 things OK
500 in a ziploc, some man say he dropped it off in his flip flops
You know we peeled the top back like a T top
Watch the money starting coming, hit the G spot OK
This is something you should understand
When the work drop, same color rubber band
For my ghetto superstar, that really got fans
Let it sit up on the counter, catch a damn tan OK
Stove on and the water running
The yayo told the soda, look the water coming
It's gonna be a lil cool, be prepared
Nigga whatever you do, don't be scared!
I'm bout to get a cooking show on Netflix
And Ima call that motherf*cker yea The Best Bricks
Cause it ain't no limit to this shit, Mia X bitch
Me and this fork and my wrist, we the best bitch
They say great minds think alike. Know what I'm thinkin nigga?
A great grind will change your life
Thats what I'm thinkin nigga
I don't care who he is, where he from, where motherf*ckin' eva
When it comes to this here, ain't a motherf*cker better
[Hook]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, MARKUS RANDLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Black Eskimo
[Bridge:]
All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds
Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers
AP, Rolex, he's a professional
They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo
In a black full length mink, getting this money
Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga
IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store
Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!"
'04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up
2 door, 250
Bitch you better open my door when I roll up
Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks
Had the ticket, was the man in the city
Had the city so motherf*ckin hot
Damn near bought a fan for my city
What ya talkin' bout
Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with
If he tell you anything
Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit
Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted
Pussy nigga I ain't told shit
The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit
Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl
Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!)
Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything
Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco
Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico
Always fresh from head to toe
Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto'
[Bridge:]
I ain't talk to be talking
I don't to just talk
Snow say something y'all better listen up
You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler
Nigga you icing out your wrist or what?
Yeah, I got a few trophies
Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman
I'm so motherf*cking high up in this bitch
I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving
5 quarters on chill
Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?)
You gone learn 'bout this niggas
Loaned sperm out these niggas
What they is nigga? my clone
Gotta keep the grass cut
Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons
The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit
And you can tell these niggas Mike home
All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds
Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers
AP, Rolex, he's a professional
They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo
In a black full length mink, getting this money
Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga
IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store
Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!"
'04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up
2 door, 250
Bitch you better open my door when I roll up
Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks
Had the ticket, was the man in the city
Had the city so motherf*ckin hot
Damn near bought a fan for my city
What ya talkin' bout
Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with
If he tell you anything
Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit
Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted
Pussy nigga I ain't told shit
The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit
Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl
Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!)
Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything
Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco
Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico
Always fresh from head to toe
Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto'
[Bridge:]
I ain't talk to be talking
I don't to just talk
Snow say something y'all better listen up
You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler
Nigga you icing out your wrist or what?
Yeah, I got a few trophies
Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman
I'm so motherf*cking high up in this bitch
I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving
5 quarters on chill
Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?)
You gone learn 'bout this niggas
Loaned sperm out these niggas
What they is nigga? my clone
Gotta keep the grass cut
Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons
The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit
And you can tell these niggas Mike home
Writer: JAY JENKINS, RON LA TOUR, BROCK KORSAN, JOHN EARL JULIAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Black Eskimo
[Bridge:]
All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds
Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers
AP, Rolex, he's a professional
They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo
In a black full length mink, getting this money
Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga
IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store
Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!"
'04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up
2 door, 250
Bitch you better open my door when I roll up
Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks
Had the ticket, was the man in the city
Had the city so motherf*ckin hot
Damn near bought a fan for my city
What ya talkin' bout
Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with
If he tell you anything
Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit
Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted
Pussy nigga I ain't told shit
The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit
Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl
Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!)
Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything
Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco
Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico
Always fresh from head to toe
Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto'
[Bridge:]
I ain't talk to be talking
I don't to just talk
Snow say something y'all better listen up
You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler
Nigga you icing out your wrist or what?
Yeah, I got a few trophies
Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman
I'm so motherf*cking high up in this bitch
I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving
5 quarters on chill
Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?)
You gone learn 'bout this niggas
Loaned sperm out these niggas
What they is nigga? my clone
Gotta keep the grass cut
Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons
The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit
And you can tell these niggas Mike home
All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds
Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers
AP, Rolex, he's a professional
They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo
In a black full length mink, getting this money
Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga
IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store
Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!"
'04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up
2 door, 250
Bitch you better open my door when I roll up
Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks
Had the ticket, was the man in the city
Had the city so motherf*ckin hot
Damn near bought a fan for my city
What ya talkin' bout
Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with
If he tell you anything
Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit
Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted
Pussy nigga I ain't told shit
The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit
Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl
Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!)
Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything
Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco
Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico
Always fresh from head to toe
Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto'
[Bridge:]
I ain't talk to be talking
I don't to just talk
Snow say something y'all better listen up
You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler
Nigga you icing out your wrist or what?
Yeah, I got a few trophies
Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman
I'm so motherf*cking high up in this bitch
I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving
5 quarters on chill
Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?)
You gone learn 'bout this niggas
Loaned sperm out these niggas
What they is nigga? my clone
Gotta keep the grass cut
Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons
The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit
And you can tell these niggas Mike home
Writer: JAY JENKINS, RON LA TOUR, BROCK KORSAN, JOHN EARL JULIAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Enough
[Intro]
If you grind hard enough
If you grind long enough
If you grind hard enough
Oh Lord, I woke up this morning and started praying
And only niggas feeling my pain, know what I'm saying
Dear Lord, street life ain't no game, know what I'm saying
It's for my money really, f*ck the fame and I ain't playing
See I passed the rock a couple of times, let me assist
Nigga me and ya'll together how the f*ck we gone miss
Nigga all we worry about is how the f*ck they gone flip
Come thru in dem drop things, I swear to god they gone trip
Beat the haters, Beat the feds, now that's gotta be a sign
Smoke da blunt and left the body, Right and loose my mind
Hit the booth and spazzed out, almost lost my mothaf*ckin' mind
Might f*ck these hoes, get on my mothaf*ckin' grind
Sleep is the cousin of death and I'm alive
Thug Motivation plus inspiration equals survive
They tryna rob you for ya success with no disguise
I know that shit was hard on you Young and where ya ride
[Hook]
(If you grind hard enough)
You could stack a few mil' nigga make it out the streets like me
(If you grind strong enough)
You could be a trap star nigga be on TV and keep it G
(If you grind long enough)
You could take care of your nephews and your nieces and your moms and your girl
(If you grind hard enough)
You could stand on top, tell these hatin ass niggas It's Tha World
I'm on deck, on point, I'm straight, I'm cool
Dropped the whole 500, drop dat old school
Live by the G Code nigga, I don't break no rules
Hey, when I was in the streets I ain't see those dudes
All I know, come through use the kitchen do the dishes
Block hot say ya prayers say ya mothaf*ckin' wishes
Jizzle what you do? you sick of hopping outta a Coupe?
Cop a four door nigga hop up out it in a suit
Giorgio Armani, still represent the struggle
I'm in this Giorgio Armani, still represent the hustle
See the man made the clothes, clothes never made the man
And if a nigga tell you different, he ain't seen a hundred grand
All I heard is what I couldn't do, All I heard is what I couldn't be
Yet I'm still determined on these niggas, just look at me
Sometimes I lay up in my bed, think 'till my head hurt
F*ck rest I rather stress, yeah we call that bad work
[Hook]
Okay now f*ck that bullshit, get off ya mothaf*ckin' ass
You working with us
Yup, you grind a mothaf*ckin' a half
And when you grind a half
You pay ya mothaf*ckin' staff
And then u take the hood
You do the mothaf*ckin' math
Now f*ck that bullshit, get off ya mothaf*ckin' ass
Get off ya f*cking ass
Nigga stack ya f*ckin cash
And when you grab ya
You pay ya mothaf*ckin' staff
And then u paid the world
You do the mothaf*ckin' math
[Hook]
If you grind hard enough
If you grind long enough
If you grind hard enough
Oh Lord, I woke up this morning and started praying
And only niggas feeling my pain, know what I'm saying
Dear Lord, street life ain't no game, know what I'm saying
It's for my money really, f*ck the fame and I ain't playing
See I passed the rock a couple of times, let me assist
Nigga me and ya'll together how the f*ck we gone miss
Nigga all we worry about is how the f*ck they gone flip
Come thru in dem drop things, I swear to god they gone trip
Beat the haters, Beat the feds, now that's gotta be a sign
Smoke da blunt and left the body, Right and loose my mind
Hit the booth and spazzed out, almost lost my mothaf*ckin' mind
Might f*ck these hoes, get on my mothaf*ckin' grind
Sleep is the cousin of death and I'm alive
Thug Motivation plus inspiration equals survive
They tryna rob you for ya success with no disguise
I know that shit was hard on you Young and where ya ride
[Hook]
(If you grind hard enough)
You could stack a few mil' nigga make it out the streets like me
(If you grind strong enough)
You could be a trap star nigga be on TV and keep it G
(If you grind long enough)
You could take care of your nephews and your nieces and your moms and your girl
(If you grind hard enough)
You could stand on top, tell these hatin ass niggas It's Tha World
I'm on deck, on point, I'm straight, I'm cool
Dropped the whole 500, drop dat old school
Live by the G Code nigga, I don't break no rules
Hey, when I was in the streets I ain't see those dudes
All I know, come through use the kitchen do the dishes
Block hot say ya prayers say ya mothaf*ckin' wishes
Jizzle what you do? you sick of hopping outta a Coupe?
Cop a four door nigga hop up out it in a suit
Giorgio Armani, still represent the struggle
I'm in this Giorgio Armani, still represent the hustle
See the man made the clothes, clothes never made the man
And if a nigga tell you different, he ain't seen a hundred grand
All I heard is what I couldn't do, All I heard is what I couldn't be
Yet I'm still determined on these niggas, just look at me
Sometimes I lay up in my bed, think 'till my head hurt
F*ck rest I rather stress, yeah we call that bad work
[Hook]
Okay now f*ck that bullshit, get off ya mothaf*ckin' ass
You working with us
Yup, you grind a mothaf*ckin' a half
And when you grind a half
You pay ya mothaf*ckin' staff
And then u take the hood
You do the mothaf*ckin' math
Now f*ck that bullshit, get off ya mothaf*ckin' ass
Get off ya f*cking ass
Nigga stack ya f*ckin cash
And when you grab ya
You pay ya mothaf*ckin' staff
And then u paid the world
You do the mothaf*ckin' math
[Hook]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, MAURICE JORDAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Enough
[Intro]
If you grind hard enough
If you grind long enough
If you grind hard enough
Oh Lord, I woke up this morning and started praying
And only niggas feeling my pain, know what I'm saying
Dear Lord, street life ain't no game, know what I'm saying
It's for my money really, f*ck the fame and I ain't playing
See I passed the rock a couple of times, let me assist
Nigga me and ya'll together how the f*ck we gone miss
Nigga all we worry about is how the f*ck they gone flip
Come thru in dem drop things, I swear to god they gone trip
Beat the haters, Beat the feds, now that's gotta be a sign
Smoke da blunt and left the body, Right and loose my mind
Hit the booth and spazzed out, almost lost my mothaf*ckin' mind
Might f*ck these hoes, get on my mothaf*ckin' grind
Sleep is the cousin of death and I'm alive
Thug Motivation plus inspiration equals survive
They tryna rob you for ya success with no disguise
I know that shit was hard on you Young and where ya ride
[Hook]
(If you grind hard enough)
You could stack a few mil' nigga make it out the streets like me
(If you grind strong enough)
You could be a trap star nigga be on TV and keep it G
(If you grind long enough)
You could take care of your nephews and your nieces and your moms and your girl
(If you grind hard enough)
You could stand on top, tell these hatin ass niggas It's Tha World
I'm on deck, on point, I'm straight, I'm cool
Dropped the whole 500, drop dat old school
Live by the G Code nigga, I don't break no rules
Hey, when I was in the streets I ain't see those dudes
All I know, come through use the kitchen do the dishes
Block hot say ya prayers say ya mothaf*ckin' wishes
Jizzle what you do? you sick of hopping outta a Coupe?
Cop a four door nigga hop up out it in a suit
Giorgio Armani, still represent the struggle
I'm in this Giorgio Armani, still represent the hustle
See the man made the clothes, clothes never made the man
And if a nigga tell you different, he ain't seen a hundred grand
All I heard is what I couldn't do, All I heard is what I couldn't be
Yet I'm still determined on these niggas, just look at me
Sometimes I lay up in my bed, think 'till my head hurt
F*ck rest I rather stress, yeah we call that bad work
[Hook]
Okay now f*ck that bullshit, get off ya mothaf*ckin' ass
You working with us
Yup, you grind a mothaf*ckin' a half
And when you grind a half
You pay ya mothaf*ckin' staff
And then u take the hood
You do the mothaf*ckin' math
Now f*ck that bullshit, get off ya mothaf*ckin' ass
Get off ya f*cking ass
Nigga stack ya f*ckin cash
And when you grab ya
You pay ya mothaf*ckin' staff
And then u paid the world
You do the mothaf*ckin' math
[Hook]
If you grind hard enough
If you grind long enough
If you grind hard enough
Oh Lord, I woke up this morning and started praying
And only niggas feeling my pain, know what I'm saying
Dear Lord, street life ain't no game, know what I'm saying
It's for my money really, f*ck the fame and I ain't playing
See I passed the rock a couple of times, let me assist
Nigga me and ya'll together how the f*ck we gone miss
Nigga all we worry about is how the f*ck they gone flip
Come thru in dem drop things, I swear to god they gone trip
Beat the haters, Beat the feds, now that's gotta be a sign
Smoke da blunt and left the body, Right and loose my mind
Hit the booth and spazzed out, almost lost my mothaf*ckin' mind
Might f*ck these hoes, get on my mothaf*ckin' grind
Sleep is the cousin of death and I'm alive
Thug Motivation plus inspiration equals survive
They tryna rob you for ya success with no disguise
I know that shit was hard on you Young and where ya ride
[Hook]
(If you grind hard enough)
You could stack a few mil' nigga make it out the streets like me
(If you grind strong enough)
You could be a trap star nigga be on TV and keep it G
(If you grind long enough)
You could take care of your nephews and your nieces and your moms and your girl
(If you grind hard enough)
You could stand on top, tell these hatin ass niggas It's Tha World
I'm on deck, on point, I'm straight, I'm cool
Dropped the whole 500, drop dat old school
Live by the G Code nigga, I don't break no rules
Hey, when I was in the streets I ain't see those dudes
All I know, come through use the kitchen do the dishes
Block hot say ya prayers say ya mothaf*ckin' wishes
Jizzle what you do? you sick of hopping outta a Coupe?
Cop a four door nigga hop up out it in a suit
Giorgio Armani, still represent the struggle
I'm in this Giorgio Armani, still represent the hustle
See the man made the clothes, clothes never made the man
And if a nigga tell you different, he ain't seen a hundred grand
All I heard is what I couldn't do, All I heard is what I couldn't be
Yet I'm still determined on these niggas, just look at me
Sometimes I lay up in my bed, think 'till my head hurt
F*ck rest I rather stress, yeah we call that bad work
[Hook]
Okay now f*ck that bullshit, get off ya mothaf*ckin' ass
You working with us
Yup, you grind a mothaf*ckin' a half
And when you grind a half
You pay ya mothaf*ckin' staff
And then u take the hood
You do the mothaf*ckin' math
Now f*ck that bullshit, get off ya mothaf*ckin' ass
Get off ya f*cking ass
Nigga stack ya f*ckin cash
And when you grab ya
You pay ya mothaf*ckin' staff
And then u paid the world
You do the mothaf*ckin' math
[Hook]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, MAURICE JORDAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Holy Ghost
What's in the back of my mind, sittin' in the back of that thang
With the two double R sittin' in the back of my brain
Anywhere but here, that's what I told my chauffeur
And this shit gettin' heavy, weight of the world on my shoulders
Think you figured it out, but you don't have a clue
Think you on top of the world but the world on top of you
I started hustlin' for draws and now there's plaques on the walls
Think I'm sellin' my soul? Then you can come get 'em all
Trade 'em all for my dawgs, yea, I'm talkin' to you
Where did we go wrong? Because I don't have a clue
You just wanna hit the mall and buy a new pair of shoes
But it's real consequences nigga remember the rules
So I regret the day you ever serve that nigga
Took 5 years of your life, you didn't deserve that nigga
I guess power and pain look it's somewhat the same
I lost my dawg to the fame, I charge it all to the game
[Hook:]
Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him
We lust for alcohol and we love women
And ain't nobody gave us nothin', so we drug dealin'
You know we coppin' Louie loafers just to thug in 'em
And when you made it that far, you should be makin' a toast
Got the seats reclined and I be doin' the most
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
I said we came so far but yet it feel so surreal
Hood nigga, half a mili, automobile
I'm talkin' real luxury, don't feel a bump in the road
We ain't like the rest of these niggas that fall out over hoes
Thought you my nigga forever, thought that you could be trusted
Man I found out you takin' it, really had me disgusted
Nigga, who am I kiddin'? It felt like a heart attack
Cause I gave you my heart and didn't ask for it back
And to be honest with you, I really thought we were brothers
F*ck everyone in this world as long as we have each other
Woulda done anyything, took a trafficking charge
Everyday on my head just to see you livin' large
Gangster pitted it kills, gave you your first mill
And I ain't tell you to blow it, I ain't tell you to throw it
You fell a victim to pressure, yea, I know it can stress ya
But you're only a man, homie, I can't be mad at ya
[Hook]
How can ya see out the windows between your shades and your tint
Sippin' good in the back, I'm like f*ck it, I'm bent
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make any sense
They sayin' I owe 'em dollars and that don't make any sense
Almost fell for the bait, almost fell for the hate
And I'm the same nigga that let you niggas eat off my plate
Saw that shit from the door, knew that shit from the go
I guess this how I go, sit back and laugh at the show
Remember back in the day a nigga took your shit
Told you don't put it there and a nigga stole your brick
Didn't I put ya back on, did I handle ya wrong?
When niggas start actin' weak that means it time to be strong
See I kept it so real, I ain't keep it real with myself
I'm gone be real with you niggas, I gotta be real with myself
And I'm gone be real with ya homie, look you don't got me convinced
Is this payback for my sins? I guess I gotta repent
[Hook]
With the two double R sittin' in the back of my brain
Anywhere but here, that's what I told my chauffeur
And this shit gettin' heavy, weight of the world on my shoulders
Think you figured it out, but you don't have a clue
Think you on top of the world but the world on top of you
I started hustlin' for draws and now there's plaques on the walls
Think I'm sellin' my soul? Then you can come get 'em all
Trade 'em all for my dawgs, yea, I'm talkin' to you
Where did we go wrong? Because I don't have a clue
You just wanna hit the mall and buy a new pair of shoes
But it's real consequences nigga remember the rules
So I regret the day you ever serve that nigga
Took 5 years of your life, you didn't deserve that nigga
I guess power and pain look it's somewhat the same
I lost my dawg to the fame, I charge it all to the game
[Hook:]
Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him
We lust for alcohol and we love women
And ain't nobody gave us nothin', so we drug dealin'
You know we coppin' Louie loafers just to thug in 'em
And when you made it that far, you should be makin' a toast
Got the seats reclined and I be doin' the most
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
I said we came so far but yet it feel so surreal
Hood nigga, half a mili, automobile
I'm talkin' real luxury, don't feel a bump in the road
We ain't like the rest of these niggas that fall out over hoes
Thought you my nigga forever, thought that you could be trusted
Man I found out you takin' it, really had me disgusted
Nigga, who am I kiddin'? It felt like a heart attack
Cause I gave you my heart and didn't ask for it back
And to be honest with you, I really thought we were brothers
F*ck everyone in this world as long as we have each other
Woulda done anyything, took a trafficking charge
Everyday on my head just to see you livin' large
Gangster pitted it kills, gave you your first mill
And I ain't tell you to blow it, I ain't tell you to throw it
You fell a victim to pressure, yea, I know it can stress ya
But you're only a man, homie, I can't be mad at ya
[Hook]
How can ya see out the windows between your shades and your tint
Sippin' good in the back, I'm like f*ck it, I'm bent
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make any sense
They sayin' I owe 'em dollars and that don't make any sense
Almost fell for the bait, almost fell for the hate
And I'm the same nigga that let you niggas eat off my plate
Saw that shit from the door, knew that shit from the go
I guess this how I go, sit back and laugh at the show
Remember back in the day a nigga took your shit
Told you don't put it there and a nigga stole your brick
Didn't I put ya back on, did I handle ya wrong?
When niggas start actin' weak that means it time to be strong
See I kept it so real, I ain't keep it real with myself
I'm gone be real with you niggas, I gotta be real with myself
And I'm gone be real with ya homie, look you don't got me convinced
Is this payback for my sins? I guess I gotta repent
[Hook]
Writer: ADAM KING FEENEY, JAY JENKINS, DON CANNON, LYLE LEDUFF
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, KICKS & HITS PRODUCTIONS LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, KICKS & HITS PRODUCTIONS LLC
Holy Ghost
What's in the back of my mind, sittin' in the back of that thang
With the two double R sittin' in the back of my brain
Anywhere but here, that's what I told my chauffeur
And this shit gettin' heavy, weight of the world on my shoulders
Think you figured it out, but you don't have a clue
Think you on top of the world but the world on top of you
I started hustlin' for draws and now there's plaques on the walls
Think I'm sellin' my soul? Then you can come get 'em all
Trade 'em all for my dawgs, yea, I'm talkin' to you
Where did we go wrong? Because I don't have a clue
You just wanna hit the mall and buy a new pair of shoes
But it's real consequences nigga remember the rules
So I regret the day you ever serve that nigga
Took 5 years of your life, you didn't deserve that nigga
I guess power and pain look it's somewhat the same
I lost my dawg to the fame, I charge it all to the game
[Hook:]
Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him
We lust for alcohol and we love women
And ain't nobody gave us nothin', so we drug dealin'
You know we coppin' Louie loafers just to thug in 'em
And when you made it that far, you should be makin' a toast
Got the seats reclined and I be doin' the most
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
I said we came so far but yet it feel so surreal
Hood nigga, half a mili, automobile
I'm talkin' real luxury, don't feel a bump in the road
We ain't like the rest of these niggas that fall out over hoes
Thought you my nigga forever, thought that you could be trusted
Man I found out you takin' it, really had me disgusted
Nigga, who am I kiddin'? It felt like a heart attack
Cause I gave you my heart and didn't ask for it back
And to be honest with you, I really thought we were brothers
F*ck everyone in this world as long as we have each other
Woulda done anyything, took a trafficking charge
Everyday on my head just to see you livin' large
Gangster pitted it kills, gave you your first mill
And I ain't tell you to blow it, I ain't tell you to throw it
You fell a victim to pressure, yea, I know it can stress ya
But you're only a man, homie, I can't be mad at ya
[Hook]
How can ya see out the windows between your shades and your tint
Sippin' good in the back, I'm like f*ck it, I'm bent
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make any sense
They sayin' I owe 'em dollars and that don't make any sense
Almost fell for the bait, almost fell for the hate
And I'm the same nigga that let you niggas eat off my plate
Saw that shit from the door, knew that shit from the go
I guess this how I go, sit back and laugh at the show
Remember back in the day a nigga took your shit
Told you don't put it there and a nigga stole your brick
Didn't I put ya back on, did I handle ya wrong?
When niggas start actin' weak that means it time to be strong
See I kept it so real, I ain't keep it real with myself
I'm gone be real with you niggas, I gotta be real with myself
And I'm gone be real with ya homie, look you don't got me convinced
Is this payback for my sins? I guess I gotta repent
[Hook]
With the two double R sittin' in the back of my brain
Anywhere but here, that's what I told my chauffeur
And this shit gettin' heavy, weight of the world on my shoulders
Think you figured it out, but you don't have a clue
Think you on top of the world but the world on top of you
I started hustlin' for draws and now there's plaques on the walls
Think I'm sellin' my soul? Then you can come get 'em all
Trade 'em all for my dawgs, yea, I'm talkin' to you
Where did we go wrong? Because I don't have a clue
You just wanna hit the mall and buy a new pair of shoes
But it's real consequences nigga remember the rules
So I regret the day you ever serve that nigga
Took 5 years of your life, you didn't deserve that nigga
I guess power and pain look it's somewhat the same
I lost my dawg to the fame, I charge it all to the game
[Hook:]
Please Lord forgive him, you know he got that thug in him
We lust for alcohol and we love women
And ain't nobody gave us nothin', so we drug dealin'
You know we coppin' Louie loafers just to thug in 'em
And when you made it that far, you should be makin' a toast
Got the seats reclined and I be doin' the most
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
In the back of this Holy Ghost
I said we came so far but yet it feel so surreal
Hood nigga, half a mili, automobile
I'm talkin' real luxury, don't feel a bump in the road
We ain't like the rest of these niggas that fall out over hoes
Thought you my nigga forever, thought that you could be trusted
Man I found out you takin' it, really had me disgusted
Nigga, who am I kiddin'? It felt like a heart attack
Cause I gave you my heart and didn't ask for it back
And to be honest with you, I really thought we were brothers
F*ck everyone in this world as long as we have each other
Woulda done anyything, took a trafficking charge
Everyday on my head just to see you livin' large
Gangster pitted it kills, gave you your first mill
And I ain't tell you to blow it, I ain't tell you to throw it
You fell a victim to pressure, yea, I know it can stress ya
But you're only a man, homie, I can't be mad at ya
[Hook]
How can ya see out the windows between your shades and your tint
Sippin' good in the back, I'm like f*ck it, I'm bent
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make any sense
They sayin' I owe 'em dollars and that don't make any sense
Almost fell for the bait, almost fell for the hate
And I'm the same nigga that let you niggas eat off my plate
Saw that shit from the door, knew that shit from the go
I guess this how I go, sit back and laugh at the show
Remember back in the day a nigga took your shit
Told you don't put it there and a nigga stole your brick
Didn't I put ya back on, did I handle ya wrong?
When niggas start actin' weak that means it time to be strong
See I kept it so real, I ain't keep it real with myself
I'm gone be real with you niggas, I gotta be real with myself
And I'm gone be real with ya homie, look you don't got me convinced
Is this payback for my sins? I guess I gotta repent
[Hook]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Me OK
[Hook:]
First to tell ya "Motherf*cker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks
Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, nine hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip
[Hook]
When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the f*ck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord
Wassup
[Hook]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothaf*ckin' pistol
[Hook]
First to tell ya "Motherf*cker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks
Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, nine hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip
[Hook]
When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the f*ck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord
Wassup
[Hook]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothaf*ckin' pistol
[Hook]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, CHRISTOPHER GHOLSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Me OK
First they tell ya "Motherf*cker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking like two blocks
They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, nine hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip
First they tell ya "Motherf*cker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the f*ck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord
Wassup
First they tell ya "Motherf*cker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go no where without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothaf*ckin' pistol
First they tell ya "Motherf*cker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
Presidential day day, looking like two blocks
They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, nine hundred, an O
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip
First they tell ya "Motherf*cker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the f*ck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord
Wassup
First they tell ya "Motherf*cker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, don't go no where without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothaf*ckin' pistol
First they tell ya "Motherf*cker, trap or die", that me OK
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
Writer: JAY JENKINS, CHRISTOPHER GHOLSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
4 Zones
[Verse 1:]
Keep it a thousand man
I'll show you what to do with them thousand grams
Sent from the kitchen as loud as a thousand pans
Soda sit the jacket, she smoke the shit out of cans
Sayin' [?], you need a plan
Gave my lil' nigga some money, "Go buy some pots"
"Take my rental and don't f*ck around, the stove is hot"
Nigga why should I be playin' with your hair, the stove or not
F*ck you mean I ain't answerin' my phone? Your numbers blocked
If the folks hit the door right now, my heart would stop
We in this bitch playin' possum right now, me and the blocks
Got a nigga rollin' a spliff right now, he round the block
'Bout to play Bruce Lee on these bitches, karate chop
[Hook:]
I hope my hustle don't offend nobody
I can give a f*ck what you think about me
You know I like to turn up at the spot
Act a fool with the money
G told me keep it low-key
Now I got the whole house smellin' like smoke
And errythin', coulda smoke a thousand Newports
Really no difference between money and the time
Thin line do it all cause I can't be broke
And nigga there was over right now, you gotta get out her and get it
You a real one you gotta stay strong
Gave my house, my cars, my chain, my fame
Nigga give me my scale and my phone
All I need it 4 zones
[Verse 2:]
Them gossipin' and hatin', just a few determination
I go crazy with that money, I'm a f*ckin' mental patient
See I started as a youngin', hustlin' for a club fit
Spend your last fifteen hun', you know that club shit
You fall off, you get back, can't give up, that shit whack
I hear links on my cell, I have blow in my nails
I hear hoes in my jeans, I weigh bees on them beans
They had stamps on them things, I rode bread we got [?]
Got them birdies in the attic, countin' currency in the basement
Aunty said there's somethin' on her silverware cause she can taste it
And I ain't goin' nowhere, you haters gotta face it
And if I lose it Lord I'm on nigga, I just need to basics
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
[?] ass hustler, yeah I'm tryna post up
Till I can come through in the land, with the dozer
Hit it with that H2O, then it froze up
Back when they was goin' for the two fo', had it sowed up
They pulled me with this nina in this strap it be a felony
If I get through with this nina on my lap, I'm livin' heavenly
Speed ballin' like this shit a sprint, but this a marathon
Phone ringin' all day and night, like a telecom
If you a real hustler you gon' get that, he ain't get it
If you a real hustler you know how to stay committed
Between me and you got tired of sleepin' with them roaches
And I been havin' flashback, that's why a nigga focus
[Hook]
Keep it a thousand man
I'll show you what to do with them thousand grams
Sent from the kitchen as loud as a thousand pans
Soda sit the jacket, she smoke the shit out of cans
Sayin' [?], you need a plan
Gave my lil' nigga some money, "Go buy some pots"
"Take my rental and don't f*ck around, the stove is hot"
Nigga why should I be playin' with your hair, the stove or not
F*ck you mean I ain't answerin' my phone? Your numbers blocked
If the folks hit the door right now, my heart would stop
We in this bitch playin' possum right now, me and the blocks
Got a nigga rollin' a spliff right now, he round the block
'Bout to play Bruce Lee on these bitches, karate chop
[Hook:]
I hope my hustle don't offend nobody
I can give a f*ck what you think about me
You know I like to turn up at the spot
Act a fool with the money
G told me keep it low-key
Now I got the whole house smellin' like smoke
And errythin', coulda smoke a thousand Newports
Really no difference between money and the time
Thin line do it all cause I can't be broke
And nigga there was over right now, you gotta get out her and get it
You a real one you gotta stay strong
Gave my house, my cars, my chain, my fame
Nigga give me my scale and my phone
All I need it 4 zones
[Verse 2:]
Them gossipin' and hatin', just a few determination
I go crazy with that money, I'm a f*ckin' mental patient
See I started as a youngin', hustlin' for a club fit
Spend your last fifteen hun', you know that club shit
You fall off, you get back, can't give up, that shit whack
I hear links on my cell, I have blow in my nails
I hear hoes in my jeans, I weigh bees on them beans
They had stamps on them things, I rode bread we got [?]
Got them birdies in the attic, countin' currency in the basement
Aunty said there's somethin' on her silverware cause she can taste it
And I ain't goin' nowhere, you haters gotta face it
And if I lose it Lord I'm on nigga, I just need to basics
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
[?] ass hustler, yeah I'm tryna post up
Till I can come through in the land, with the dozer
Hit it with that H2O, then it froze up
Back when they was goin' for the two fo', had it sowed up
They pulled me with this nina in this strap it be a felony
If I get through with this nina on my lap, I'm livin' heavenly
Speed ballin' like this shit a sprint, but this a marathon
Phone ringin' all day and night, like a telecom
If you a real hustler you gon' get that, he ain't get it
If you a real hustler you know how to stay committed
Between me and you got tired of sleepin' with them roaches
And I been havin' flashback, that's why a nigga focus
[Hook]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, PIERRE SLAUGHTER, MICHAEL L WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
4 Zones
[Verse 1:]
Keep it a thousand man
I'll show you what to do with them thousand grams
Sent from the kitchen as loud as a thousand pans
Soda sit the jacket, she smoke the shit out of cans
Sayin' [?], you need a plan
Gave my lil' nigga some money, "Go buy some pots"
"Take my rental and don't f*ck around, the stove is hot"
Nigga why should I be playin' with your hair, the stove or not
F*ck you mean I ain't answerin' my phone? Your numbers blocked
If the folks hit the door right now, my heart would stop
We in this bitch playin' possum right now, me and the blocks
Got a nigga rollin' a spliff right now, he round the block
'Bout to play Bruce Lee on these bitches, karate chop
[Hook:]
I hope my hustle don't offend nobody
I can give a f*ck what you think about me
You know I like to turn up at the spot
Act a fool with the money
G told me keep it low-key
Now I got the whole house smellin' like smoke
And errythin', coulda smoke a thousand Newports
Really no difference between money and the time
Thin line do it all cause I can't be broke
And nigga there was over right now, you gotta get out her and get it
You a real one you gotta stay strong
Gave my house, my cars, my chain, my fame
Nigga give me my scale and my phone
All I need it 4 zones
[Verse 2:]
Them gossipin' and hatin', just a few determination
I go crazy with that money, I'm a f*ckin' mental patient
See I started as a youngin', hustlin' for a club fit
Spend your last fifteen hun', you know that club shit
You fall off, you get back, can't give up, that shit whack
I hear links on my cell, I have blow in my nails
I hear hoes in my jeans, I weigh bees on them beans
They had stamps on them things, I rode bread we got [?]
Got them birdies in the attic, countin' currency in the basement
Aunty said there's somethin' on her silverware cause she can taste it
And I ain't goin' nowhere, you haters gotta face it
And if I lose it Lord I'm on nigga, I just need to basics
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
[?] ass hustler, yeah I'm tryna post up
Till I can come through in the land, with the dozer
Hit it with that H2O, then it froze up
Back when they was goin' for the two fo', had it sowed up
They pulled me with this nina in this strap it be a felony
If I get through with this nina on my lap, I'm livin' heavenly
Speed ballin' like this shit a sprint, but this a marathon
Phone ringin' all day and night, like a telecom
If you a real hustler you gon' get that, he ain't get it
If you a real hustler you know how to stay committed
Between me and you got tired of sleepin' with them roaches
And I been havin' flashback, that's why a nigga focus
[Hook]
Keep it a thousand man
I'll show you what to do with them thousand grams
Sent from the kitchen as loud as a thousand pans
Soda sit the jacket, she smoke the shit out of cans
Sayin' [?], you need a plan
Gave my lil' nigga some money, "Go buy some pots"
"Take my rental and don't f*ck around, the stove is hot"
Nigga why should I be playin' with your hair, the stove or not
F*ck you mean I ain't answerin' my phone? Your numbers blocked
If the folks hit the door right now, my heart would stop
We in this bitch playin' possum right now, me and the blocks
Got a nigga rollin' a spliff right now, he round the block
'Bout to play Bruce Lee on these bitches, karate chop
[Hook:]
I hope my hustle don't offend nobody
I can give a f*ck what you think about me
You know I like to turn up at the spot
Act a fool with the money
G told me keep it low-key
Now I got the whole house smellin' like smoke
And errythin', coulda smoke a thousand Newports
Really no difference between money and the time
Thin line do it all cause I can't be broke
And nigga there was over right now, you gotta get out her and get it
You a real one you gotta stay strong
Gave my house, my cars, my chain, my fame
Nigga give me my scale and my phone
All I need it 4 zones
[Verse 2:]
Them gossipin' and hatin', just a few determination
I go crazy with that money, I'm a f*ckin' mental patient
See I started as a youngin', hustlin' for a club fit
Spend your last fifteen hun', you know that club shit
You fall off, you get back, can't give up, that shit whack
I hear links on my cell, I have blow in my nails
I hear hoes in my jeans, I weigh bees on them beans
They had stamps on them things, I rode bread we got [?]
Got them birdies in the attic, countin' currency in the basement
Aunty said there's somethin' on her silverware cause she can taste it
And I ain't goin' nowhere, you haters gotta face it
And if I lose it Lord I'm on nigga, I just need to basics
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
[?] ass hustler, yeah I'm tryna post up
Till I can come through in the land, with the dozer
Hit it with that H2O, then it froze up
Back when they was goin' for the two fo', had it sowed up
They pulled me with this nina in this strap it be a felony
If I get through with this nina on my lap, I'm livin' heavenly
Speed ballin' like this shit a sprint, but this a marathon
Phone ringin' all day and night, like a telecom
If you a real hustler you gon' get that, he ain't get it
If you a real hustler you know how to stay committed
Between me and you got tired of sleepin' with them roaches
And I been havin' flashback, that's why a nigga focus
[Hook]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, PIERRE SLAUGHTER, MICHAEL L WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Been Getting Money
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
And I'm still kicking shit, bitch black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4-30
Got it washed everyday, bitch never seen dirty
Told me meet him at the waffle house, he got a clean.30
On my Domino's shit, only took a mean 30
My folks always on time yeah I'm talking [?]
I'm in something low-key [?]
Steady mobbing be the game
Cut the music down cause my cellphone ringing
From what I just heard think my cellphone dreaming
Wasn't doing this I'd probably be a politician
F*ck first forty-eight just too much snitching
[?]
Cause I ain't pulling over be a whole lotta arresting
What?
[Hook: Akon]
Ain't a damn thing change now
Cause I been getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big-faced hundreds
Put them things on the road now
Nigga still getting that dough now
Niggas think I lucked up, must got me f*cked up
Cause I been getting money
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
And just when I thought it couldn't get no better
Nigga hit me on my chirp, got all my cheddar
All wondering why I got this shit runnin like a shower
Big bag full of white, you woulda thought it was some flour
Work hard in the kitchen like a culinary school
I be doin my thang, I'm a culinary fool
So much Pj, I was pissin that shit, talkin bottles so big put a fist in that shit
You were born that way, always be a hater
Don Jaun on these hoes, always be a playa
Way I work through the check I Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator
Jewelry store, green bob bought my first Cartier
Threw em 30 thou and got the f*ck up outta there
That's how jo jo [?] one day got indicted
If it's a party with the feds, I ain't tynna get invited
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose gold jacob, 4 units for the timepiece
Got my niggas working so much they need a time sheet
They thought it was a joke until I copped that 6
7: 45 pull up in that bitch
Ever see a nigga pop a hundred bottles for the club
[?], get the money, get ya love
One song, blew a quarter chicken, yeah that's a [?]
If a nigga re'ing up with half a ticket that's a car quote
[Hook]
Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
And I'm still kicking shit, bitch black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4-30
Got it washed everyday, bitch never seen dirty
Told me meet him at the waffle house, he got a clean.30
On my Domino's shit, only took a mean 30
My folks always on time yeah I'm talking [?]
I'm in something low-key [?]
Steady mobbing be the game
Cut the music down cause my cellphone ringing
From what I just heard think my cellphone dreaming
Wasn't doing this I'd probably be a politician
F*ck first forty-eight just too much snitching
[?]
Cause I ain't pulling over be a whole lotta arresting
What?
[Hook: Akon]
Ain't a damn thing change now
Cause I been getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big-faced hundreds
Put them things on the road now
Nigga still getting that dough now
Niggas think I lucked up, must got me f*cked up
Cause I been getting money
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
And just when I thought it couldn't get no better
Nigga hit me on my chirp, got all my cheddar
All wondering why I got this shit runnin like a shower
Big bag full of white, you woulda thought it was some flour
Work hard in the kitchen like a culinary school
I be doin my thang, I'm a culinary fool
So much Pj, I was pissin that shit, talkin bottles so big put a fist in that shit
You were born that way, always be a hater
Don Jaun on these hoes, always be a playa
Way I work through the check I Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator
Jewelry store, green bob bought my first Cartier
Threw em 30 thou and got the f*ck up outta there
That's how jo jo [?] one day got indicted
If it's a party with the feds, I ain't tynna get invited
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose gold jacob, 4 units for the timepiece
Got my niggas working so much they need a time sheet
They thought it was a joke until I copped that 6
7: 45 pull up in that bitch
Ever see a nigga pop a hundred bottles for the club
[?], get the money, get ya love
One song, blew a quarter chicken, yeah that's a [?]
If a nigga re'ing up with half a ticket that's a car quote
[Hook]
Writer: ALIAUNE THIAM, JAY JENKINS, MARKUS RANDLE, DAYSTAR PETERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Been Getting Money
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
And I'm still kicking shit, bitch black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4-30
Got it washed everyday, bitch never seen dirty
Told me meet him at the waffle house, he got a clean.30
On my Domino's shit, only took a mean 30
My folks always on time yeah I'm talking [?]
I'm in something low-key [?]
Steady mobbing be the game
Cut the music down cause my cellphone ringing
From what I just heard think my cellphone dreaming
Wasn't doing this I'd probably be a politician
F*ck first forty-eight just too much snitching
[?]
Cause I ain't pulling over be a whole lotta arresting
What?
[Hook: Akon]
Ain't a damn thing change now
Cause I been getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big-faced hundreds
Put them things on the road now
Nigga still getting that dough now
Niggas think I lucked up, must got me f*cked up
Cause I been getting money
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
And just when I thought it couldn't get no better
Nigga hit me on my chirp, got all my cheddar
All wondering why I got this shit runnin like a shower
Big bag full of white, you woulda thought it was some flour
Work hard in the kitchen like a culinary school
I be doin my thang, I'm a culinary fool
So much Pj, I was pissin that shit, talkin bottles so big put a fist in that shit
You were born that way, always be a hater
Don Jaun on these hoes, always be a playa
Way I work through the check I Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator
Jewelry store, green bob bought my first Cartier
Threw em 30 thou and got the f*ck up outta there
That's how jo jo [?] one day got indicted
If it's a party with the feds, I ain't tynna get invited
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose gold jacob, 4 units for the timepiece
Got my niggas working so much they need a time sheet
They thought it was a joke until I copped that 6
7: 45 pull up in that bitch
Ever see a nigga pop a hundred bottles for the club
[?], get the money, get ya love
One song, blew a quarter chicken, yeah that's a [?]
If a nigga re'ing up with half a ticket that's a car quote
[Hook]
Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
And I'm still kicking shit, bitch black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4-30
Got it washed everyday, bitch never seen dirty
Told me meet him at the waffle house, he got a clean.30
On my Domino's shit, only took a mean 30
My folks always on time yeah I'm talking [?]
I'm in something low-key [?]
Steady mobbing be the game
Cut the music down cause my cellphone ringing
From what I just heard think my cellphone dreaming
Wasn't doing this I'd probably be a politician
F*ck first forty-eight just too much snitching
[?]
Cause I ain't pulling over be a whole lotta arresting
What?
[Hook: Akon]
Ain't a damn thing change now
Cause I been getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big-faced hundreds
Put them things on the road now
Nigga still getting that dough now
Niggas think I lucked up, must got me f*cked up
Cause I been getting money
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
And just when I thought it couldn't get no better
Nigga hit me on my chirp, got all my cheddar
All wondering why I got this shit runnin like a shower
Big bag full of white, you woulda thought it was some flour
Work hard in the kitchen like a culinary school
I be doin my thang, I'm a culinary fool
So much Pj, I was pissin that shit, talkin bottles so big put a fist in that shit
You were born that way, always be a hater
Don Jaun on these hoes, always be a playa
Way I work through the check I Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator
Jewelry store, green bob bought my first Cartier
Threw em 30 thou and got the f*ck up outta there
That's how jo jo [?] one day got indicted
If it's a party with the feds, I ain't tynna get invited
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose gold jacob, 4 units for the timepiece
Got my niggas working so much they need a time sheet
They thought it was a joke until I copped that 6
7: 45 pull up in that bitch
Ever see a nigga pop a hundred bottles for the club
[?], get the money, get ya love
One song, blew a quarter chicken, yeah that's a [?]
If a nigga re'ing up with half a ticket that's a car quote
[Hook]
Writer: ALIAUNE THIAM, JAY JENKINS, MARKUS RANDLE, DAYSTAR PETERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
F*ck The World
[Hook: August Alsina (Jeezy)]
When these streets is all you know
(All you know baby)
It's hard to tell whose a friend or a foe
(No question)
All I need is a beautiful girl
(Yeah wassup)
So me and her, can f*ck the world
Middle finger with our legs in the air
Gettin' money so it's hard to care
(It's hard to care baby)
All I need is a beautiful girl
So me and her, can f*ck the world
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
She like, it be on all night a lil' [?]
And once we get together ain't nothin' you can tell me
One thing about my g, she might just bring a friend
And when the night started, sometimes it never end
(Here we go)
I said she grown, just the way I like that
And she open minded, just the way I like that
I like the way she touch me, she do it so mature
Bet I can make her lust me, I'm a hundred percent sure
And even from the start, she seemed so hesitant
We here now, long time coming that was evident
She want me I want her, think that's an attraction
Yeah she 'bout that life though, baby 'bout that action
That's what I told her
[Bridge: Jeezy]
I tell her that I need her, she don't believe that
I miss her when she go like "Where my g at"
In a league of her own, she a bad one
Never felt like this, you never had one
(She bad, I'm fly, we high, and the shit we on nigga fo' life till we die
Till we die, came from the bottom to sing for the sky
If it's mother f*ck the world, put your fingers up high, yeah)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I said she never been to college, got brains
And one thing about it, IQ is insane
My g gon' keep it up, she ain't gon' let it be
Then once she get it started, it might not never end
Hit her on the late night, tell her that I'm 'bout to fall through
Said it's been waitin' on you nigga, get us all you
She got a little paper, might just tell her "Let me hold some"
I said I'm on my way, you just go ahead and roll one
She said just come through, and I'mma roll a few
And make it stand tall, then I'mma roll on you
If she was Bonnie, I be Clyde, we been down since way back
Swear them lips will be illegal, they addictive like crack (haha)
That's what I told her
[Bridge]
[Hook]
When these streets is all you know
(All you know baby)
It's hard to tell whose a friend or a foe
(No question)
All I need is a beautiful girl
(Yeah wassup)
So me and her, can f*ck the world
Middle finger with our legs in the air
Gettin' money so it's hard to care
(It's hard to care baby)
All I need is a beautiful girl
So me and her, can f*ck the world
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
She like, it be on all night a lil' [?]
And once we get together ain't nothin' you can tell me
One thing about my g, she might just bring a friend
And when the night started, sometimes it never end
(Here we go)
I said she grown, just the way I like that
And she open minded, just the way I like that
I like the way she touch me, she do it so mature
Bet I can make her lust me, I'm a hundred percent sure
And even from the start, she seemed so hesitant
We here now, long time coming that was evident
She want me I want her, think that's an attraction
Yeah she 'bout that life though, baby 'bout that action
That's what I told her
[Bridge: Jeezy]
I tell her that I need her, she don't believe that
I miss her when she go like "Where my g at"
In a league of her own, she a bad one
Never felt like this, you never had one
(She bad, I'm fly, we high, and the shit we on nigga fo' life till we die
Till we die, came from the bottom to sing for the sky
If it's mother f*ck the world, put your fingers up high, yeah)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I said she never been to college, got brains
And one thing about it, IQ is insane
My g gon' keep it up, she ain't gon' let it be
Then once she get it started, it might not never end
Hit her on the late night, tell her that I'm 'bout to fall through
Said it's been waitin' on you nigga, get us all you
She got a little paper, might just tell her "Let me hold some"
I said I'm on my way, you just go ahead and roll one
She said just come through, and I'mma roll a few
And make it stand tall, then I'mma roll on you
If she was Bonnie, I be Clyde, we been down since way back
Swear them lips will be illegal, they addictive like crack (haha)
That's what I told her
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
F*ck The World
[Hook: August Alsina (Jeezy)]
When these streets is all you know
(All you know baby)
It's hard to tell whose a friend or a foe
(No question)
All I need is a beautiful girl
(Yeah wassup)
So me and her, can f*ck the world
Middle finger with our legs in the air
Gettin' money so it's hard to care
(It's hard to care baby)
All I need is a beautiful girl
So me and her, can f*ck the world
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
She like, it be on all night a lil' [?]
And once we get together ain't nothin' you can tell me
One thing about my g, she might just bring a friend
And when the night started, sometimes it never end
(Here we go)
I said she grown, just the way I like that
And she open minded, just the way I like that
I like the way she touch me, she do it so mature
Bet I can make her lust me, I'm a hundred percent sure
And even from the start, she seemed so hesitant
We here now, long time coming that was evident
She want me I want her, think that's an attraction
Yeah she 'bout that life though, baby 'bout that action
That's what I told her
[Bridge: Jeezy]
I tell her that I need her, she don't believe that
I miss her when she go like "Where my g at"
In a league of her own, she a bad one
Never felt like this, you never had one
(She bad, I'm fly, we high, and the shit we on nigga fo' life till we die
Till we die, came from the bottom to sing for the sky
If it's mother f*ck the world, put your fingers up high, yeah)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I said she never been to college, got brains
And one thing about it, IQ is insane
My g gon' keep it up, she ain't gon' let it be
Then once she get it started, it might not never end
Hit her on the late night, tell her that I'm 'bout to fall through
Said it's been waitin' on you nigga, get us all you
She got a little paper, might just tell her "Let me hold some"
I said I'm on my way, you just go ahead and roll one
She said just come through, and I'mma roll a few
And make it stand tall, then I'mma roll on you
If she was Bonnie, I be Clyde, we been down since way back
Swear them lips will be illegal, they addictive like crack (haha)
That's what I told her
[Bridge]
[Hook]
When these streets is all you know
(All you know baby)
It's hard to tell whose a friend or a foe
(No question)
All I need is a beautiful girl
(Yeah wassup)
So me and her, can f*ck the world
Middle finger with our legs in the air
Gettin' money so it's hard to care
(It's hard to care baby)
All I need is a beautiful girl
So me and her, can f*ck the world
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
She like, it be on all night a lil' [?]
And once we get together ain't nothin' you can tell me
One thing about my g, she might just bring a friend
And when the night started, sometimes it never end
(Here we go)
I said she grown, just the way I like that
And she open minded, just the way I like that
I like the way she touch me, she do it so mature
Bet I can make her lust me, I'm a hundred percent sure
And even from the start, she seemed so hesitant
We here now, long time coming that was evident
She want me I want her, think that's an attraction
Yeah she 'bout that life though, baby 'bout that action
That's what I told her
[Bridge: Jeezy]
I tell her that I need her, she don't believe that
I miss her when she go like "Where my g at"
In a league of her own, she a bad one
Never felt like this, you never had one
(She bad, I'm fly, we high, and the shit we on nigga fo' life till we die
Till we die, came from the bottom to sing for the sky
If it's mother f*ck the world, put your fingers up high, yeah)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I said she never been to college, got brains
And one thing about it, IQ is insane
My g gon' keep it up, she ain't gon' let it be
Then once she get it started, it might not never end
Hit her on the late night, tell her that I'm 'bout to fall through
Said it's been waitin' on you nigga, get us all you
She got a little paper, might just tell her "Let me hold some"
I said I'm on my way, you just go ahead and roll one
She said just come through, and I'mma roll a few
And make it stand tall, then I'mma roll on you
If she was Bonnie, I be Clyde, we been down since way back
Swear them lips will be illegal, they addictive like crack (haha)
That's what I told her
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Seen It All
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I said you already know nigga, young gotta flow
Before rap, Young really got dough
Before rap, Young really seen snow
In the kitchen 'bout to make some magic
Then blow it all in magic, Pull up to my partner in traffic
Gave it to him, it was all in plastic
All I know, I ain't tryna go to jail
Heard that shit closest thing to hell
When it's stepped on make it hard to sell
When you been where I been, make it hard to fail
'Cause I'm the realest nigga in this
Y'all know it first nigga hitting magic in that 6-45
Love to say Jizzle nigga, stay in new shit
But everybody back back 'cause that nigga can't drive
Doors open up I emerge with ten chains
Even back then they was calling me ten chains
Ask me what I spent, I tell 'em it's no thing
Even if I had to add it up, it'da cost like ten things
We used to take a little show money just to throw money
If it's on the floor nigga, it's the floor money
If you bought it out the blow, when you got it from the blow
Then that's why the f*ck they call that shit blow money
Still the realest nigga in this, y'all know it
Carrying one hundreds 'til the day I came through
Nigga hit me up saying "going out of town"
So I threw him fifty thou, told him "bring me back two"
Not only got my fingers crossed, I prayed
Called this little piece up, got laid
Then he walked in, threw them both on the table said
"F*ck that shit, young nigga get paid"
Then I whipped the Benzo on Lorenzo
Stay down nigga you don't talk like ten toes
Hoes see me in this big pretty mothaf*cka
Bet I leave the parking lot with about ten hoes
[Hook: Jeezy]
I done seen it all
Yay stack seven feet tall
Swear it look white like a wall
What you know about thumbing through them hunnits, twenties and them fifties
Spending tens and the fives at the mall?
I done seen it all
[Bridge: Jay-Z]
20/20 Pyrex vision
Catch your contact standing next to my kitchen
Hear the 20s, 50s, hundreds, the money machine clickin'
And my Rollie ain't tickin', I ball
I done seen it all
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Uncle died on the spot
Pop killed the family with heroine shots
Gave my life to the block
Figured I get shot least I die on top
I came alive in the drop
Big body all white shit looked like a yacht
I got a five grand a pop
I had a plug in Saint Thomas on a trillion, watch
Flew him back to the states park 92 bricks in front of 5 60 state
Now the Nets don't throw from where I used to throw bricks
So it's only right I'm still tossing 'round Knicks, uh
Probably want your auntie a couple bags
I probably front your uncle a couple halves
Was in the S-Class you was just in class
You know I was finna blow like a meth lab
Expanded the operation out in Maryland
Me & Emory Jones in the caravan
Took the show on the road out in VA
Dropped a couple off with Rolla in the PA (Real Rolla!)
Plug got shot started slowing up
Took a trip down there to see how he was holding up
The wars on now he got shot again
This time he was gone for good then we got it in
Emory got knocked we was down 10
The whole team hot, wars closing in
Nigga's can't tell me shit about this dope game
'Bout this cocaine, man I done seen it all
[Hook]
[Bridge]
I said you already know nigga, young gotta flow
Before rap, Young really got dough
Before rap, Young really seen snow
In the kitchen 'bout to make some magic
Then blow it all in magic, Pull up to my partner in traffic
Gave it to him, it was all in plastic
All I know, I ain't tryna go to jail
Heard that shit closest thing to hell
When it's stepped on make it hard to sell
When you been where I been, make it hard to fail
'Cause I'm the realest nigga in this
Y'all know it first nigga hitting magic in that 6-45
Love to say Jizzle nigga, stay in new shit
But everybody back back 'cause that nigga can't drive
Doors open up I emerge with ten chains
Even back then they was calling me ten chains
Ask me what I spent, I tell 'em it's no thing
Even if I had to add it up, it'da cost like ten things
We used to take a little show money just to throw money
If it's on the floor nigga, it's the floor money
If you bought it out the blow, when you got it from the blow
Then that's why the f*ck they call that shit blow money
Still the realest nigga in this, y'all know it
Carrying one hundreds 'til the day I came through
Nigga hit me up saying "going out of town"
So I threw him fifty thou, told him "bring me back two"
Not only got my fingers crossed, I prayed
Called this little piece up, got laid
Then he walked in, threw them both on the table said
"F*ck that shit, young nigga get paid"
Then I whipped the Benzo on Lorenzo
Stay down nigga you don't talk like ten toes
Hoes see me in this big pretty mothaf*cka
Bet I leave the parking lot with about ten hoes
[Hook: Jeezy]
I done seen it all
Yay stack seven feet tall
Swear it look white like a wall
What you know about thumbing through them hunnits, twenties and them fifties
Spending tens and the fives at the mall?
I done seen it all
[Bridge: Jay-Z]
20/20 Pyrex vision
Catch your contact standing next to my kitchen
Hear the 20s, 50s, hundreds, the money machine clickin'
And my Rollie ain't tickin', I ball
I done seen it all
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Uncle died on the spot
Pop killed the family with heroine shots
Gave my life to the block
Figured I get shot least I die on top
I came alive in the drop
Big body all white shit looked like a yacht
I got a five grand a pop
I had a plug in Saint Thomas on a trillion, watch
Flew him back to the states park 92 bricks in front of 5 60 state
Now the Nets don't throw from where I used to throw bricks
So it's only right I'm still tossing 'round Knicks, uh
Probably want your auntie a couple bags
I probably front your uncle a couple halves
Was in the S-Class you was just in class
You know I was finna blow like a meth lab
Expanded the operation out in Maryland
Me & Emory Jones in the caravan
Took the show on the road out in VA
Dropped a couple off with Rolla in the PA (Real Rolla!)
Plug got shot started slowing up
Took a trip down there to see how he was holding up
The wars on now he got shot again
This time he was gone for good then we got it in
Emory got knocked we was down 10
The whole team hot, wars closing in
Nigga's can't tell me shit about this dope game
'Bout this cocaine, man I done seen it all
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Seen It All
[Bridge:]
All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds
Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers
AP, Rolex, he's a professional
They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo
In a black full length mink, getting this money
Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga
IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store
Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!"
'04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up
2 door, 250
Bitch you better open my door when I roll up
Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks
Had the ticket, was the man in the city
Had the city so motherf*ckin hot
Damn near bought a fan for my city
What ya talkin' bout
Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with
If he tell you anything
Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit
Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted
Pussy nigga I ain't told shit
The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit
Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl
Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!)
Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything
Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco
Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico
Always fresh from head to toe
Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto'
[Bridge:]
I ain't talk to be talking
I don't to just talk
Snow say something y'all better listen up
You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler
Nigga you icing out your wrist or what?
Yeah, I got a few trophies
Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman
I'm so motherf*cking high up in this bitch
I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving
5 quarters on chill
Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?)
You gone learn 'bout this niggas
Loaned sperm out these niggas
What they is nigga? my clone
Gotta keep the grass cut
Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons
The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit
And you can tell these niggas Mike home
All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds
Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers
AP, Rolex, he's a professional
They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo
In a black full length mink, getting this money
Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga
IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store
Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!"
'04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up
2 door, 250
Bitch you better open my door when I roll up
Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks
Had the ticket, was the man in the city
Had the city so motherf*ckin hot
Damn near bought a fan for my city
What ya talkin' bout
Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with
If he tell you anything
Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit
Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted
Pussy nigga I ain't told shit
The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit
Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl
Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!)
Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything
Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco
Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico
Always fresh from head to toe
Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto'
[Bridge:]
I ain't talk to be talking
I don't to just talk
Snow say something y'all better listen up
You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler
Nigga you icing out your wrist or what?
Yeah, I got a few trophies
Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman
I'm so motherf*cking high up in this bitch
I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving
5 quarters on chill
Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?)
You gone learn 'bout this niggas
Loaned sperm out these niggas
What they is nigga? my clone
Gotta keep the grass cut
Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons
The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit
And you can tell these niggas Mike home
Writer: Jay Jenkins, Yoko Agi, Ryudo Uzaki, Shawn Carter, Ron Latour, Brock Korsan
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Win Is A Win
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I said you already know nigga, young gotta flow
Before rap, Young really got dough
Before rap, Young really seen snow
In the kitchen 'bout to make some magic
Then blow it all in magic, Pull up to my partner in traffic
Gave it to him, it was all in plastic
All I know, I ain't tryna go to jail
Heard that shit closest thing to hell
When it's stepped on make it hard to sell
When you been where I been, make it hard to fail
'Cause I'm the realest nigga in this
Y'all know it first nigga hitting magic in that 6-45
Love to say Jizzle nigga, stay in new shit
But everybody back back 'cause that nigga can't drive
Doors open up I emerge with ten chains
Even back then they was calling me ten chains
Ask me what I spent, I tell 'em it's no thing
Even if I had to add it up, it'da cost like ten things
We used to take a little show money just to throw money
If it's on the floor nigga, it's the floor money
If you bought it out the blow, when you got it from the blow
Then that's why the f*ck they call that shit blow money
Still the realest nigga in this, y'all know it
Carrying one hundreds 'til the day I came through
Nigga hit me up saying "going out of town"
So I threw him fifty thou, told him "bring me back two"
Not only got my fingers crossed, I prayed
Called this little piece up, got laid
Then he walked in, threw them both on the table said
"F*ck that shit, young nigga get paid"
Then I whipped the Benzo on Lorenzo
Stay down nigga you don't talk like ten toes
Hoes see me in this big pretty mothaf*cka
Bet I leave the parking lot with about ten hoes
[Hook: Jeezy]
I done seen it all
Yay stack seven feet tall
Swear it look white like a wall
What you know about thumbing through them hunnits, twenties and them fifties
Spending tens and the fives at the mall?
I done seen it all
[Bridge: Jay-Z]
20/20 Pyrex vision
Catch your contact standing next to my kitchen
Hear the 20s, 50s, hundreds, the money machine clickin'
And my Rollie ain't tickin', I ball
I done seen it all
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Uncle died on the spot
Pop killed the family with heroine shots
Gave my life to the block
Figured I get shot least I die on top
I came alive in the drop
Big body all white shit looked like a yacht
I got a five grand a pop
I had a plug in Saint Thomas on a trillion, watch
Flew him back to the states park 92 bricks in front of 5 60 state
Now the Nets don't throw from where I used to throw bricks
So it's only right I'm still tossing 'round Knicks, uh
Probably want your auntie a couple bags
I probably front your uncle a couple halves
Was in the S-Class you was just in class
You know I was finna blow like a meth lab
Expanded the operation out in Maryland
Me & Emory Jones in the caravan
Took the show on the road out in VA
Dropped a couple off with Rolla in the PA (Real Rolla!)
Plug got shot started slowing up
Took a trip down there to see how he was holding up
The wars on now he got shot again
This time he was gone for good then we got it in
Emory got knocked we was down 10
The whole team hot, wars closing in
Nigga's can't tell me shit about this dope game
'Bout this cocaine, man I done seen it all
[Hook]
[Bridge]
I said you already know nigga, young gotta flow
Before rap, Young really got dough
Before rap, Young really seen snow
In the kitchen 'bout to make some magic
Then blow it all in magic, Pull up to my partner in traffic
Gave it to him, it was all in plastic
All I know, I ain't tryna go to jail
Heard that shit closest thing to hell
When it's stepped on make it hard to sell
When you been where I been, make it hard to fail
'Cause I'm the realest nigga in this
Y'all know it first nigga hitting magic in that 6-45
Love to say Jizzle nigga, stay in new shit
But everybody back back 'cause that nigga can't drive
Doors open up I emerge with ten chains
Even back then they was calling me ten chains
Ask me what I spent, I tell 'em it's no thing
Even if I had to add it up, it'da cost like ten things
We used to take a little show money just to throw money
If it's on the floor nigga, it's the floor money
If you bought it out the blow, when you got it from the blow
Then that's why the f*ck they call that shit blow money
Still the realest nigga in this, y'all know it
Carrying one hundreds 'til the day I came through
Nigga hit me up saying "going out of town"
So I threw him fifty thou, told him "bring me back two"
Not only got my fingers crossed, I prayed
Called this little piece up, got laid
Then he walked in, threw them both on the table said
"F*ck that shit, young nigga get paid"
Then I whipped the Benzo on Lorenzo
Stay down nigga you don't talk like ten toes
Hoes see me in this big pretty mothaf*cka
Bet I leave the parking lot with about ten hoes
[Hook: Jeezy]
I done seen it all
Yay stack seven feet tall
Swear it look white like a wall
What you know about thumbing through them hunnits, twenties and them fifties
Spending tens and the fives at the mall?
I done seen it all
[Bridge: Jay-Z]
20/20 Pyrex vision
Catch your contact standing next to my kitchen
Hear the 20s, 50s, hundreds, the money machine clickin'
And my Rollie ain't tickin', I ball
I done seen it all
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Uncle died on the spot
Pop killed the family with heroine shots
Gave my life to the block
Figured I get shot least I die on top
I came alive in the drop
Big body all white shit looked like a yacht
I got a five grand a pop
I had a plug in Saint Thomas on a trillion, watch
Flew him back to the states park 92 bricks in front of 5 60 state
Now the Nets don't throw from where I used to throw bricks
So it's only right I'm still tossing 'round Knicks, uh
Probably want your auntie a couple bags
I probably front your uncle a couple halves
Was in the S-Class you was just in class
You know I was finna blow like a meth lab
Expanded the operation out in Maryland
Me & Emory Jones in the caravan
Took the show on the road out in VA
Dropped a couple off with Rolla in the PA (Real Rolla!)
Plug got shot started slowing up
Took a trip down there to see how he was holding up
The wars on now he got shot again
This time he was gone for good then we got it in
Emory got knocked we was down 10
The whole team hot, wars closing in
Nigga's can't tell me shit about this dope game
'Bout this cocaine, man I done seen it all
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Win Is A Win
I hope my words they insipre ya, spoke like a true leader
The first to admit life's more than two seaters
Man oh man how my priorities f*cked up
Remember nights I'm passin' out in the Rari, too f*cked up
My niggas say spend it cause you can't take it witcha'
Same time poppin' Cristal, posing for pictures
Ol' smart ass nigga, half right and half wrong
Only problem is he still here and the money gone
Oh me, oh my, give me a natural high
When I think about the nights we threw them Rollies in the sky
When I was so mother f*ckin' clean on 'em, need a tie
Every hater in the club was just wishin' we would die
A hustlers life is filled with decisions he gotta make
Remeber when I got the news I was ready to cry late
Swear my levy was 'bout to break, lost religion and all my faith
I swear I seen the same shit happen to [?]
Can you imagine that look I had on my face?
Saw my nigga layin' still in a box with a waste
Got me feelin' sick, like I'm 'bout to vomit
I guess a loss ain't shit if you ain't learn somethin' from it
Got me pacin' round the room, yeah NASCAR nigga
See my nigga [?] in a fast car nigga
I'm like "Why you ridin' that? Them boys is mysteries nigga"
Live real or die tryin' is still a victory nigga
The first to admit life's more than two seaters
Man oh man how my priorities f*cked up
Remember nights I'm passin' out in the Rari, too f*cked up
My niggas say spend it cause you can't take it witcha'
Same time poppin' Cristal, posing for pictures
Ol' smart ass nigga, half right and half wrong
Only problem is he still here and the money gone
Oh me, oh my, give me a natural high
When I think about the nights we threw them Rollies in the sky
When I was so mother f*ckin' clean on 'em, need a tie
Every hater in the club was just wishin' we would die
A hustlers life is filled with decisions he gotta make
Remeber when I got the news I was ready to cry late
Swear my levy was 'bout to break, lost religion and all my faith
I swear I seen the same shit happen to [?]
Can you imagine that look I had on my face?
Saw my nigga layin' still in a box with a waste
Got me feelin' sick, like I'm 'bout to vomit
I guess a loss ain't shit if you ain't learn somethin' from it
Got me pacin' round the room, yeah NASCAR nigga
See my nigga [?] in a fast car nigga
I'm like "Why you ridin' that? Them boys is mysteries nigga"
Live real or die tryin' is still a victory nigga
Writer: JAY JENKINS, MAURICE JORDAN, BRIAN KEITH FOREST, JULIAN FREDERICK GORDON HASTINGS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Beautiful
[Hook: The Game & Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step to the side and look at them thighs
That bitch beautiful
I got a Lambo, two doors
Two seaters, two hoes
Yokohamas, no Vogues
Man, that bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
2-mile-long driveway
Man, that ho beautiful
I got a condo up in the sky
'Fore I figured I'd die
Foreign bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout them mansions
Wit' the coke white walls, flow like bowlin' balls
Merci in my garage, course it is supercharged
Wake up to a ménage, they give me a massage
Closet filled wit' designer, Donatella recliner
Suede headliner, all that whip in china
I ain't talkin' Sprite when I say I need soda
Bought my first Caprice, put fifty in the motor
Bricks they was beautiful, yeah, Mona Lisa
The streets introduced me to money, nice to meet ya
Ray Charles in these Ray Bans, why?
Touched them keys with both hands?
If I die, remember me like Don Killuminati
Bury me on the left, right next to John Gotti
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
[Hook: The Game & Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step to the side and look at them thighs
That bitch beautiful
I got a Lambo, two doors
Two seaters, two hoes
Yokohamas, no Vogues
Man, that bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
2-mile-long driveway
Man, that ho beautiful
I got a condo up in the sky
'Fore I fake it I'd die
Foreign bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 2: The Game]
Mirror, mirror, in my garage
Tell me which Lambo I should park at the L'Ermitage
Pull up at the The Mirage, it's Phantoms and Mazis
Out here, expensive taste, my car is camouflage
Speakin' of camouflage, RIP to Camoflauge
Just drove through Savannah, Georgia
That shit beautiful, and his .45 is unusual
Push your shit back like nail shops do cuticles
Snowman, tell these niggas that we livin' it
Front yard like a soccer field, and we kickin' it
Sick condos, pockets full of Rondos
Choppers wit' extended clips, long as El Segundo
Jeezy like Versace, so we rented out the mansion
F*ckin' European models, skin white as Marilyn Manson
Came a long way from a nigga first advancement
Test drive the new Bugatti, hold that bitch for ransom
[Hook: Rick Ross & Jeezy]
I keep me a jet model
Keep a black bottle
Meal ticket wrapped in plastic
That bitch beautiful
Keep some rose gold on my arm
Bottle of Avion
FNH with the drum
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My Chevrolet a seven trey
Dade Country dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I hustle everyday
We squashed the beef to get the money
We set examples for rich niggas in Maserati's
My killers in the lobby
Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a nigga; Abe Lincoln
200 squares for the same ticket
Out in LA, I'm with my main bitches
Tip...toein' on marble, got me trippin' on these pain killers
I'm still the same, I never changed, nigga
Went from razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my socks
F*ck her like a champ, got me livin' like I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I just want the drop
First nigga with the Wraith, underneath the stars
Better look me in my face, tell the tears' for my dogs
F*ckin' the same hoes, but we got them different cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my arts
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step to the side and look at them thighs
That bitch beautiful
I got a Lambo, two doors
Two seaters, two hoes
Yokohamas, no Vogues
Man, that bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
2-mile-long driveway
Man, that ho beautiful
I got a condo up in the sky
'Fore I figured I'd die
Foreign bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout them mansions
Wit' the coke white walls, flow like bowlin' balls
Merci in my garage, course it is supercharged
Wake up to a ménage, they give me a massage
Closet filled wit' designer, Donatella recliner
Suede headliner, all that whip in china
I ain't talkin' Sprite when I say I need soda
Bought my first Caprice, put fifty in the motor
Bricks they was beautiful, yeah, Mona Lisa
The streets introduced me to money, nice to meet ya
Ray Charles in these Ray Bans, why?
Touched them keys with both hands?
If I die, remember me like Don Killuminati
Bury me on the left, right next to John Gotti
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
[Hook: The Game & Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step to the side and look at them thighs
That bitch beautiful
I got a Lambo, two doors
Two seaters, two hoes
Yokohamas, no Vogues
Man, that bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
2-mile-long driveway
Man, that ho beautiful
I got a condo up in the sky
'Fore I fake it I'd die
Foreign bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 2: The Game]
Mirror, mirror, in my garage
Tell me which Lambo I should park at the L'Ermitage
Pull up at the The Mirage, it's Phantoms and Mazis
Out here, expensive taste, my car is camouflage
Speakin' of camouflage, RIP to Camoflauge
Just drove through Savannah, Georgia
That shit beautiful, and his .45 is unusual
Push your shit back like nail shops do cuticles
Snowman, tell these niggas that we livin' it
Front yard like a soccer field, and we kickin' it
Sick condos, pockets full of Rondos
Choppers wit' extended clips, long as El Segundo
Jeezy like Versace, so we rented out the mansion
F*ckin' European models, skin white as Marilyn Manson
Came a long way from a nigga first advancement
Test drive the new Bugatti, hold that bitch for ransom
[Hook: Rick Ross & Jeezy]
I keep me a jet model
Keep a black bottle
Meal ticket wrapped in plastic
That bitch beautiful
Keep some rose gold on my arm
Bottle of Avion
FNH with the drum
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My Chevrolet a seven trey
Dade Country dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I hustle everyday
We squashed the beef to get the money
We set examples for rich niggas in Maserati's
My killers in the lobby
Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a nigga; Abe Lincoln
200 squares for the same ticket
Out in LA, I'm with my main bitches
Tip...toein' on marble, got me trippin' on these pain killers
I'm still the same, I never changed, nigga
Went from razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my socks
F*ck her like a champ, got me livin' like I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I just want the drop
First nigga with the Wraith, underneath the stars
Better look me in my face, tell the tears' for my dogs
F*ckin' the same hoes, but we got them different cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my arts
Writer: BYRON FOREST, MAURICE JORDAN, JAY JENKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Beautiful
[Hook: The Game & Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step to the side and look at them thighs
That bitch beautiful
I got a Lambo, two doors
Two seaters, two hoes
Yokohamas, no Vogues
Man, that bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
2-mile-long driveway
Man, that ho beautiful
I got a condo up in the sky
'Fore I figured I'd die
Foreign bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout them mansions
Wit' the coke white walls, flow like bowlin' balls
Merci in my garage, course it is supercharged
Wake up to a ménage, they give me a massage
Closet filled wit' designer, Donatella recliner
Suede headliner, all that whip in china
I ain't talkin' Sprite when I say I need soda
Bought my first Caprice, put fifty in the motor
Bricks they was beautiful, yeah, Mona Lisa
The streets introduced me to money, nice to meet ya
Ray Charles in these Ray Bans, why?
Touched them keys with both hands?
If I die, remember me like Don Killuminati
Bury me on the left, right next to John Gotti
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
[Hook: The Game & Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step to the side and look at them thighs
That bitch beautiful
I got a Lambo, two doors
Two seaters, two hoes
Yokohamas, no Vogues
Man, that bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
2-mile-long driveway
Man, that ho beautiful
I got a condo up in the sky
'Fore I fake it I'd die
Foreign bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 2: The Game]
Mirror, mirror, in my garage
Tell me which Lambo I should park at the L'Ermitage
Pull up at the The Mirage, it's Phantoms and Mazis
Out here, expensive taste, my car is camouflage
Speakin' of camouflage, RIP to Camoflauge
Just drove through Savannah, Georgia
That shit beautiful, and his .45 is unusual
Push your shit back like nail shops do cuticles
Snowman, tell these niggas that we livin' it
Front yard like a soccer field, and we kickin' it
Sick condos, pockets full of Rondos
Choppers wit' extended clips, long as El Segundo
Jeezy like Versace, so we rented out the mansion
F*ckin' European models, skin white as Marilyn Manson
Came a long way from a nigga first advancement
Test drive the new Bugatti, hold that bitch for ransom
[Hook: Rick Ross & Jeezy]
I keep me a jet model
Keep a black bottle
Meal ticket wrapped in plastic
That bitch beautiful
Keep some rose gold on my arm
Bottle of Avion
FNH with the drum
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My Chevrolet a seven trey
Dade Country dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I hustle everyday
We squashed the beef to get the money
We set examples for rich niggas in Maserati's
My killers in the lobby
Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a nigga; Abe Lincoln
200 squares for the same ticket
Out in LA, I'm with my main bitches
Tip...toein' on marble, got me trippin' on these pain killers
I'm still the same, I never changed, nigga
Went from razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my socks
F*ck her like a champ, got me livin' like I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I just want the drop
First nigga with the Wraith, underneath the stars
Better look me in my face, tell the tears' for my dogs
F*ckin' the same hoes, but we got them different cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my arts
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step to the side and look at them thighs
That bitch beautiful
I got a Lambo, two doors
Two seaters, two hoes
Yokohamas, no Vogues
Man, that bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
2-mile-long driveway
Man, that ho beautiful
I got a condo up in the sky
'Fore I figured I'd die
Foreign bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout them mansions
Wit' the coke white walls, flow like bowlin' balls
Merci in my garage, course it is supercharged
Wake up to a ménage, they give me a massage
Closet filled wit' designer, Donatella recliner
Suede headliner, all that whip in china
I ain't talkin' Sprite when I say I need soda
Bought my first Caprice, put fifty in the motor
Bricks they was beautiful, yeah, Mona Lisa
The streets introduced me to money, nice to meet ya
Ray Charles in these Ray Bans, why?
Touched them keys with both hands?
If I die, remember me like Don Killuminati
Bury me on the left, right next to John Gotti
Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
[Hook: The Game & Jeezy]
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step to the side and look at them thighs
That bitch beautiful
I got a Lambo, two doors
Two seaters, two hoes
Yokohamas, no Vogues
Man, that bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
2-mile-long driveway
Man, that ho beautiful
I got a condo up in the sky
'Fore I fake it I'd die
Foreign bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 2: The Game]
Mirror, mirror, in my garage
Tell me which Lambo I should park at the L'Ermitage
Pull up at the The Mirage, it's Phantoms and Mazis
Out here, expensive taste, my car is camouflage
Speakin' of camouflage, RIP to Camoflauge
Just drove through Savannah, Georgia
That shit beautiful, and his .45 is unusual
Push your shit back like nail shops do cuticles
Snowman, tell these niggas that we livin' it
Front yard like a soccer field, and we kickin' it
Sick condos, pockets full of Rondos
Choppers wit' extended clips, long as El Segundo
Jeezy like Versace, so we rented out the mansion
F*ckin' European models, skin white as Marilyn Manson
Came a long way from a nigga first advancement
Test drive the new Bugatti, hold that bitch for ransom
[Hook: Rick Ross & Jeezy]
I keep me a jet model
Keep a black bottle
Meal ticket wrapped in plastic
That bitch beautiful
Keep some rose gold on my arm
Bottle of Avion
FNH with the drum
Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My Chevrolet a seven trey
Dade Country dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I hustle everyday
We squashed the beef to get the money
We set examples for rich niggas in Maserati's
My killers in the lobby
Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a nigga; Abe Lincoln
200 squares for the same ticket
Out in LA, I'm with my main bitches
Tip...toein' on marble, got me trippin' on these pain killers
I'm still the same, I never changed, nigga
Went from razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my socks
F*ck her like a champ, got me livin' like I box
Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I just want the drop
First nigga with the Wraith, underneath the stars
Better look me in my face, tell the tears' for my dogs
F*ckin' the same hoes, but we got them different cars
Ugh! Beautiful, are my arts
Writer: BYRON FOREST, MAURICE JORDAN, JAY JENKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Beez Like
[Intro - Jeezy:]
Time for the fallen soldiers
Can't have a war without casualties, you know?
For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know
Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look
[Hook - Jeezy:]
I been out here grindin' so long
But still I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like
I'm a true hustler, all that I know
So I can make it anywhere that I go
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish
Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce
Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich
Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich
One thing about it, we gon' get this bread
When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead
Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at
Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at
When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide
Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive
Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'
And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins
When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds
Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead
On the humbug, left him slumped in his car
Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Lil Boosie:]
Stove water, heat cold water
Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter
Sell water to a well, nigga
Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga
Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me
Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her
Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back
But the pussy so good you keep goin' back
Hurt when ya main man turned rat
Make the whole la familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't
I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it
Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Jeezy:]
Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top
What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block
Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop
Street so dirty, need a muhf*ckin' mop, uh oh!
Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business
Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness
Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes
Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches
Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas
But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us
Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal
She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill
Niggas [?], let's make a deal
See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel
See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct
The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set
[Hook]
Time for the fallen soldiers
Can't have a war without casualties, you know?
For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know
Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look
[Hook - Jeezy:]
I been out here grindin' so long
But still I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like
I'm a true hustler, all that I know
So I can make it anywhere that I go
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish
Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce
Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich
Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich
One thing about it, we gon' get this bread
When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead
Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at
Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at
When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide
Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive
Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'
And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins
When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds
Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead
On the humbug, left him slumped in his car
Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Lil Boosie:]
Stove water, heat cold water
Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter
Sell water to a well, nigga
Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga
Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me
Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her
Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back
But the pussy so good you keep goin' back
Hurt when ya main man turned rat
Make the whole la familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't
I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it
Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Jeezy:]
Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top
What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block
Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop
Street so dirty, need a muhf*ckin' mop, uh oh!
Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business
Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness
Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes
Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches
Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas
But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us
Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal
She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill
Niggas [?], let's make a deal
See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel
See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct
The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set
[Hook]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, TORRENCE HATCH, WILLIE J. BYRD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Beez Like
[Intro - Jeezy:]
Time for the fallen soldiers
Can't have a war without casualties, you know?
For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know
Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look
[Hook - Jeezy:]
I been out here grindin' so long
But still I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like
I'm a true hustler, all that I know
So I can make it anywhere that I go
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish
Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce
Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich
Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich
One thing about it, we gon' get this bread
When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead
Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at
Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at
When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide
Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive
Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'
And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins
When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds
Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead
On the humbug, left him slumped in his car
Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Lil Boosie:]
Stove water, heat cold water
Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter
Sell water to a well, nigga
Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga
Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me
Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her
Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back
But the pussy so good you keep goin' back
Hurt when ya main man turned rat
Make the whole la familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't
I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it
Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Jeezy:]
Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top
What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block
Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop
Street so dirty, need a muhf*ckin' mop, uh oh!
Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business
Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness
Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes
Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches
Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas
But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us
Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal
She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill
Niggas [?], let's make a deal
See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel
See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct
The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set
[Hook]
Time for the fallen soldiers
Can't have a war without casualties, you know?
For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know
Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look
[Hook - Jeezy:]
I been out here grindin' so long
But still I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like
I'm a true hustler, all that I know
So I can make it anywhere that I go
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell you what it beez like-like, beez like
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
Straight from the hood, got a get money fetish
Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce
Put the work in a bag, make a yayo sandwich
Then we go and spread it through the hood like Manwich
One thing about it, we gon' get this bread
When you knew shit was real? When they found a rat dead
Right around the corner where us young niggas hustled at
Right by the stop sign, that's where they was bussin' at
When you come here with nothin', gotta learn how to provide
Carlo had a Benz 'fore he was old enough to drive
Losin' 10, 20 every night, gamblin' ain't nothin'
And ya nigga got killed takin' up for his cousins
When you knew shit was real? Drop outfit in the feds
Still 8 years and a nigga shot him dead
On the humbug, left him slumped in his car
Everybody got a day, don't matter who you are
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Lil Boosie:]
Stove water, heat cold water
Knew I'd touch a bird when I got my first quarter
Sell water to a well, nigga
Cold nights, cold hearts, tough love, that's what it be like in jail, nigga
Mama crying at my visit cause she care for me
Daughter just had her period, ain't there for her
Know how to have a girl you know just gon' hold ya back
But the pussy so good you keep goin' back
Hurt when ya main man turned rat
Make the whole la familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
I make it anywhere I go, so lose I won't
I can tell ya bout the hard time when ya really need it
Been grindin' so long, still had to call Jeezy
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Jeezy:]
Straight from the bottom, tryna make it to the top
What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block
Feel like a bad boy cause this shit don't stop
Street so dirty, need a muhf*ckin' mop, uh oh!
Lil homie, stay focused, handle ya business
Don't talk to them niggas around you, might be a witness
Don't tell the dishwasher what you did wit' ya dishes
Don't tell these snitchin' niggas what you did wit' ya riches
Niggas is hopin' they see Christmas
But, if we just happen to don't, we hope you miss us
Santa raised all seven them kids, didn't miss a meal
She work them fingers right to the bone, didn't miss a bill
Niggas [?], let's make a deal
See, one thing bout countin' this money, it make ya feel
See, I used to get 'em right from the source, got 'em direct
The same nigga that had a connect, he in the set
[Hook]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, TORRENCE HATCH, WILLIE J. BYRD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
No Tears
[Bridge: Jeezy]
You know I come through on some boss shit everytime I come through
I'm from the place where don't nobody make it, but you know they want to
You wanna see a nigga f*cked in the game, nigga, don't you?
But I refuse to cry, shed a tear, that's the shit we don't do
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Still this is what it sounds like when you open your soul
Tell the realest story that was ever told
Riding dirty in the West End, yes, so ambitious
Them chicken plates at Chanterelles was delicious
Po-po closing that BP, the block storage
If I can get them things back down South I'll make a fortune
F*cked around and caught dawg with a nine, now it's a wrap
Gotta find a new game to conquer, I'm thinking rap
And there's a whole new game, new players, I gotta grind
Put them diamonds in my name and my chain, I gotta shine
Stunting everything'll real when we do break bread with 'em
Swear it ain't been the same since the day the FEDs hit 'em
And that's when I traded the scale for the microphone
Fade a few cars, got rid of my last four songs
And just like that, welcome back, my nigga home
Don't look me in the eye, something different, what could be wrong?
[Hook: Future]
I can never let a tear fall down my face
(I can never let a tear fall down my face)
For the niggas like you who ain't with me today
(For the niggas like you who ain't with me today)
I've been real from the beginning
I can never let a tear fall down my face
(I can never let a tear fall down my face)
I'm losing all my friends like every single day
(I'm losing all my friends like every single day)
I think I've been too, too real from the beginning
(I think I've been too, too real from the beginning)
They say you lose all your friends when you finally start winning
Hey, where the love at?
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I guess this is what it feels like when you're royalty, holmes
And you wake up and the loyalty's gone
Them short sentence niggas come on yeah, feel in the way
Same niggas that were hating back then, still in the way
I swear these niggas think my life is just bitches and Champagne
Iced out, Audemar, just to go with the campaign
Every night Rolls Royce's doing their damn thing
If there was ever a reason to wear all them damn chains
And why you keep a cup in your hand? To numb the pain
Niggas see you on something different, these niggas changed
And I ain't one for dry snitching, won't call no name
So really at the end of the day I can't complain
Five niggas gon' be happy with you and be happy for you
If them niggas scheming on ya demise then they ain't for ya
I'm like not you too, my nigga, I could've died
If I had a weak bone in my body I would've cried
[Hook]
[Interlude: Jeezy]
[Verse 3: Future]
I remember them days where I thought I couldn't live without you
(Aye, where the love at?)
Now I'm driving in a coupe and I can't even think about you
(Aye, where the love at?)
We was counting millions on the living room floor
I forgot, niggas like you don't love back
And I was with you when we kicked in our own first door
[Bridge]
You know I come through on some boss shit everytime I come through
I'm from the place where don't nobody make it, but you know they want to
You wanna see a nigga f*cked in the game, nigga, don't you?
But I refuse to cry, shed a tear, that's the shit we don't do
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Still this is what it sounds like when you open your soul
Tell the realest story that was ever told
Riding dirty in the West End, yes, so ambitious
Them chicken plates at Chanterelles was delicious
Po-po closing that BP, the block storage
If I can get them things back down South I'll make a fortune
F*cked around and caught dawg with a nine, now it's a wrap
Gotta find a new game to conquer, I'm thinking rap
And there's a whole new game, new players, I gotta grind
Put them diamonds in my name and my chain, I gotta shine
Stunting everything'll real when we do break bread with 'em
Swear it ain't been the same since the day the FEDs hit 'em
And that's when I traded the scale for the microphone
Fade a few cars, got rid of my last four songs
And just like that, welcome back, my nigga home
Don't look me in the eye, something different, what could be wrong?
[Hook: Future]
I can never let a tear fall down my face
(I can never let a tear fall down my face)
For the niggas like you who ain't with me today
(For the niggas like you who ain't with me today)
I've been real from the beginning
I can never let a tear fall down my face
(I can never let a tear fall down my face)
I'm losing all my friends like every single day
(I'm losing all my friends like every single day)
I think I've been too, too real from the beginning
(I think I've been too, too real from the beginning)
They say you lose all your friends when you finally start winning
Hey, where the love at?
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I guess this is what it feels like when you're royalty, holmes
And you wake up and the loyalty's gone
Them short sentence niggas come on yeah, feel in the way
Same niggas that were hating back then, still in the way
I swear these niggas think my life is just bitches and Champagne
Iced out, Audemar, just to go with the campaign
Every night Rolls Royce's doing their damn thing
If there was ever a reason to wear all them damn chains
And why you keep a cup in your hand? To numb the pain
Niggas see you on something different, these niggas changed
And I ain't one for dry snitching, won't call no name
So really at the end of the day I can't complain
Five niggas gon' be happy with you and be happy for you
If them niggas scheming on ya demise then they ain't for ya
I'm like not you too, my nigga, I could've died
If I had a weak bone in my body I would've cried
[Hook]
[Interlude: Jeezy]
[Verse 3: Future]
I remember them days where I thought I couldn't live without you
(Aye, where the love at?)
Now I'm driving in a coupe and I can't even think about you
(Aye, where the love at?)
We was counting millions on the living room floor
I forgot, niggas like you don't love back
And I was with you when we kicked in our own first door
[Bridge]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, PIERRE SLAUGHTER, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, MICHAEL L WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
No Tears
[Bridge: Jeezy]
You know I come through on some boss shit everytime I come through
I'm from the place where don't nobody make it, but you know they want to
You wanna see a nigga f*cked in the game, nigga, don't you?
But I refuse to cry, shed a tear, that's the shit we don't do
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Still this is what it sounds like when you open your soul
Tell the realest story that was ever told
Riding dirty in the West End, yes, so ambitious
Them chicken plates at Chanterelles was delicious
Po-po closing that BP, the block storage
If I can get them things back down South I'll make a fortune
F*cked around and caught dawg with a nine, now it's a wrap
Gotta find a new game to conquer, I'm thinking rap
And there's a whole new game, new players, I gotta grind
Put them diamonds in my name and my chain, I gotta shine
Stunting everything'll real when we do break bread with 'em
Swear it ain't been the same since the day the FEDs hit 'em
And that's when I traded the scale for the microphone
Fade a few cars, got rid of my last four songs
And just like that, welcome back, my nigga home
Don't look me in the eye, something different, what could be wrong?
[Hook: Future]
I can never let a tear fall down my face
(I can never let a tear fall down my face)
For the niggas like you who ain't with me today
(For the niggas like you who ain't with me today)
I've been real from the beginning
I can never let a tear fall down my face
(I can never let a tear fall down my face)
I'm losing all my friends like every single day
(I'm losing all my friends like every single day)
I think I've been too, too real from the beginning
(I think I've been too, too real from the beginning)
They say you lose all your friends when you finally start winning
Hey, where the love at?
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I guess this is what it feels like when you're royalty, holmes
And you wake up and the loyalty's gone
Them short sentence niggas come on yeah, feel in the way
Same niggas that were hating back then, still in the way
I swear these niggas think my life is just bitches and Champagne
Iced out, Audemar, just to go with the campaign
Every night Rolls Royce's doing their damn thing
If there was ever a reason to wear all them damn chains
And why you keep a cup in your hand? To numb the pain
Niggas see you on something different, these niggas changed
And I ain't one for dry snitching, won't call no name
So really at the end of the day I can't complain
Five niggas gon' be happy with you and be happy for you
If them niggas scheming on ya demise then they ain't for ya
I'm like not you too, my nigga, I could've died
If I had a weak bone in my body I would've cried
[Hook]
[Interlude: Jeezy]
[Verse 3: Future]
I remember them days where I thought I couldn't live without you
(Aye, where the love at?)
Now I'm driving in a coupe and I can't even think about you
(Aye, where the love at?)
We was counting millions on the living room floor
I forgot, niggas like you don't love back
And I was with you when we kicked in our own first door
[Bridge]
You know I come through on some boss shit everytime I come through
I'm from the place where don't nobody make it, but you know they want to
You wanna see a nigga f*cked in the game, nigga, don't you?
But I refuse to cry, shed a tear, that's the shit we don't do
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Still this is what it sounds like when you open your soul
Tell the realest story that was ever told
Riding dirty in the West End, yes, so ambitious
Them chicken plates at Chanterelles was delicious
Po-po closing that BP, the block storage
If I can get them things back down South I'll make a fortune
F*cked around and caught dawg with a nine, now it's a wrap
Gotta find a new game to conquer, I'm thinking rap
And there's a whole new game, new players, I gotta grind
Put them diamonds in my name and my chain, I gotta shine
Stunting everything'll real when we do break bread with 'em
Swear it ain't been the same since the day the FEDs hit 'em
And that's when I traded the scale for the microphone
Fade a few cars, got rid of my last four songs
And just like that, welcome back, my nigga home
Don't look me in the eye, something different, what could be wrong?
[Hook: Future]
I can never let a tear fall down my face
(I can never let a tear fall down my face)
For the niggas like you who ain't with me today
(For the niggas like you who ain't with me today)
I've been real from the beginning
I can never let a tear fall down my face
(I can never let a tear fall down my face)
I'm losing all my friends like every single day
(I'm losing all my friends like every single day)
I think I've been too, too real from the beginning
(I think I've been too, too real from the beginning)
They say you lose all your friends when you finally start winning
Hey, where the love at?
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I guess this is what it feels like when you're royalty, holmes
And you wake up and the loyalty's gone
Them short sentence niggas come on yeah, feel in the way
Same niggas that were hating back then, still in the way
I swear these niggas think my life is just bitches and Champagne
Iced out, Audemar, just to go with the campaign
Every night Rolls Royce's doing their damn thing
If there was ever a reason to wear all them damn chains
And why you keep a cup in your hand? To numb the pain
Niggas see you on something different, these niggas changed
And I ain't one for dry snitching, won't call no name
So really at the end of the day I can't complain
Five niggas gon' be happy with you and be happy for you
If them niggas scheming on ya demise then they ain't for ya
I'm like not you too, my nigga, I could've died
If I had a weak bone in my body I would've cried
[Hook]
[Interlude: Jeezy]
[Verse 3: Future]
I remember them days where I thought I couldn't live without you
(Aye, where the love at?)
Now I'm driving in a coupe and I can't even think about you
(Aye, where the love at?)
We was counting millions on the living room floor
I forgot, niggas like you don't love back
And I was with you when we kicked in our own first door
[Bridge]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, PIERRE SLAUGHTER, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, MICHAEL L WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
How I Did It (Perfection)
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I said you already know nigga, young gotta flow
Before rap, Young really got dough
Before rap, Young really seen snow
In the kitchen 'bout to make some magic
Then blow it all in magic, Pull up to my partner in traffic
Gave it to him, it was all in plastic
All I know, I ain't tryna go to jail
Heard that shit closest thing to hell
When it's stepped on make it hard to sell
When you been where I been, make it hard to fail
'Cause I'm the realest nigga in this
Y'all know it first nigga hitting magic in that 6-45
Love to say Jizzle nigga, stay in new shit
But everybody back back 'cause that nigga can't drive
Doors open up I emerge with ten chains
Even back then they was calling me ten chains
Ask me what I spent, I tell 'em it's no thing
Even if I had to add it up, it'da cost like ten things
We used to take a little show money just to throw money
If it's on the floor nigga, it's the floor money
If you bought it out the blow, when you got it from the blow
Then that's why the f*ck they call that shit blow money
Still the realest nigga in this, y'all know it
Carrying one hundreds 'til the day I came through
Nigga hit me up saying "going out of town"
So I threw him fifty thou, told him "bring me back two"
Not only got my fingers crossed, I prayed
Called this little piece up, got laid
Then he walked in, threw them both on the table said
"F*ck that shit, young nigga get paid"
Then I whipped the Benzo on Lorenzo
Stay down nigga you don't talk like ten toes
Hoes see me in this big pretty mothaf*cka
Bet I leave the parking lot with about ten hoes
[Hook: Jeezy]
I done seen it all
Yay stack seven feet tall
Swear it look white like a wall
What you know about thumbing through them hunnits, twenties and them fifties
Spending tens and the fives at the mall?
I done seen it all
[Bridge: Jay-Z]
20/20 Pyrex vision
Catch your contact standing next to my kitchen
Hear the 20s, 50s, hundreds, the money machine clickin'
And my Rollie ain't tickin', I ball
I done seen it all
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Uncle died on the spot
Pop killed the family with heroine shots
Gave my life to the block
Figured I get shot least I die on top
I came alive in the drop
Big body all white shit looked like a yacht
I got a five grand a pop
I had a plug in Saint Thomas on a trillion, watch
Flew him back to the states park 92 bricks in front of 5 60 state
Now the Nets don't throw from where I used to throw bricks
So it's only right I'm still tossing 'round Knicks, uh
Probably want your auntie a couple bags
I probably front your uncle a couple halves
Was in the S-Class you was just in class
You know I was finna blow like a meth lab
Expanded the operation out in Maryland
Me & Emory Jones in the caravan
Took the show on the road out in VA
Dropped a couple off with Rolla in the PA (Real Rolla!)
Plug got shot started slowing up
Took a trip down there to see how he was holding up
The wars on now he got shot again
This time he was gone for good then we got it in
Emory got knocked we was down 10
The whole team hot, wars closing in
Nigga's can't tell me shit about this dope game
'Bout this cocaine, man I done seen it all
[Hook]
[Bridge]
I said you already know nigga, young gotta flow
Before rap, Young really got dough
Before rap, Young really seen snow
In the kitchen 'bout to make some magic
Then blow it all in magic, Pull up to my partner in traffic
Gave it to him, it was all in plastic
All I know, I ain't tryna go to jail
Heard that shit closest thing to hell
When it's stepped on make it hard to sell
When you been where I been, make it hard to fail
'Cause I'm the realest nigga in this
Y'all know it first nigga hitting magic in that 6-45
Love to say Jizzle nigga, stay in new shit
But everybody back back 'cause that nigga can't drive
Doors open up I emerge with ten chains
Even back then they was calling me ten chains
Ask me what I spent, I tell 'em it's no thing
Even if I had to add it up, it'da cost like ten things
We used to take a little show money just to throw money
If it's on the floor nigga, it's the floor money
If you bought it out the blow, when you got it from the blow
Then that's why the f*ck they call that shit blow money
Still the realest nigga in this, y'all know it
Carrying one hundreds 'til the day I came through
Nigga hit me up saying "going out of town"
So I threw him fifty thou, told him "bring me back two"
Not only got my fingers crossed, I prayed
Called this little piece up, got laid
Then he walked in, threw them both on the table said
"F*ck that shit, young nigga get paid"
Then I whipped the Benzo on Lorenzo
Stay down nigga you don't talk like ten toes
Hoes see me in this big pretty mothaf*cka
Bet I leave the parking lot with about ten hoes
[Hook: Jeezy]
I done seen it all
Yay stack seven feet tall
Swear it look white like a wall
What you know about thumbing through them hunnits, twenties and them fifties
Spending tens and the fives at the mall?
I done seen it all
[Bridge: Jay-Z]
20/20 Pyrex vision
Catch your contact standing next to my kitchen
Hear the 20s, 50s, hundreds, the money machine clickin'
And my Rollie ain't tickin', I ball
I done seen it all
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Uncle died on the spot
Pop killed the family with heroine shots
Gave my life to the block
Figured I get shot least I die on top
I came alive in the drop
Big body all white shit looked like a yacht
I got a five grand a pop
I had a plug in Saint Thomas on a trillion, watch
Flew him back to the states park 92 bricks in front of 5 60 state
Now the Nets don't throw from where I used to throw bricks
So it's only right I'm still tossing 'round Knicks, uh
Probably want your auntie a couple bags
I probably front your uncle a couple halves
Was in the S-Class you was just in class
You know I was finna blow like a meth lab
Expanded the operation out in Maryland
Me & Emory Jones in the caravan
Took the show on the road out in VA
Dropped a couple off with Rolla in the PA (Real Rolla!)
Plug got shot started slowing up
Took a trip down there to see how he was holding up
The wars on now he got shot again
This time he was gone for good then we got it in
Emory got knocked we was down 10
The whole team hot, wars closing in
Nigga's can't tell me shit about this dope game
'Bout this cocaine, man I done seen it all
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
How I Did It (Perfection)
[Hook:]
Get gone and get with it, hate it or love it
I can't even lie man, sometimes I'm like f*ck it
This should be addition, these niggas subtractin'
And why I'm so tense, man, I should be relaxin'
Remember times on the highway with them ten
Done it all the best, cuz I've never seen the pen
Still do it for the streets cause they taught that boy a lesson
You done it how I did it, man, they call that shit perfection
I'm from a small hood, but I had big dreams
My uncle Robert taught me how to use the big beam
That was right before he caught his life sentences
Do what you gotta, just put your life in it, (hey)
Me and [?] in this jeep, we on the road
All I saw was red and blue lights, I thought he told
Butterflies as we going through this roadblock
Ask yourself questions like (is this where my road stop?)
I'm tryna be cool, this nigga nervous
He sweatin' like a two dollar whore in Sunday Service
Got at least two blocks of hard back in this bitch
Right now I'm thinkin' we should've better packaged this shit
God works in mysterious ways and yes He do
Said "Mister that's a nice Cherokee" and they let us through
So, don't get to talkin' these records, I sold millions
3.5 [?], I bought billions!
[Hook]
Hit my nigga up on the chirp, said "What's the ticket?"
24 extra 5, nigga show you how to whip it
[?]
This [?] is so deep, I'm talking so deep!
I'm the king of the kitchen now, this is my sink
I'm the king of the kitchen nigga this is my stove
That's why I got my own lane, bitch I made my own road (That's right!)
Now I'm movin' weight like a trainer and a diet
Used to put the work in a bag and then I tie it
Flashbacks I can't deny, but you tell them police ass niggas "Bitch I'm retired"
That's why I do it for the ones in the street, ones in the cage
All the shit I'm goin' through, I should be askin' for a raise
Don't get to talkin' this work, I made millions
3.5 [?]
[Hook]
Get gone and get with it, hate it or love it
I can't even lie man, sometimes I'm like f*ck it
This should be addition, these niggas subtractin'
And why I'm so tense, man, I should be relaxin'
Remember times on the highway with them ten
Done it all the best, cuz I've never seen the pen
Still do it for the streets cause they taught that boy a lesson
You done it how I did it, man, they call that shit perfection
I'm from a small hood, but I had big dreams
My uncle Robert taught me how to use the big beam
That was right before he caught his life sentences
Do what you gotta, just put your life in it, (hey)
Me and [?] in this jeep, we on the road
All I saw was red and blue lights, I thought he told
Butterflies as we going through this roadblock
Ask yourself questions like (is this where my road stop?)
I'm tryna be cool, this nigga nervous
He sweatin' like a two dollar whore in Sunday Service
Got at least two blocks of hard back in this bitch
Right now I'm thinkin' we should've better packaged this shit
God works in mysterious ways and yes He do
Said "Mister that's a nice Cherokee" and they let us through
So, don't get to talkin' these records, I sold millions
3.5 [?], I bought billions!
[Hook]
Hit my nigga up on the chirp, said "What's the ticket?"
24 extra 5, nigga show you how to whip it
[?]
This [?] is so deep, I'm talking so deep!
I'm the king of the kitchen now, this is my sink
I'm the king of the kitchen nigga this is my stove
That's why I got my own lane, bitch I made my own road (That's right!)
Now I'm movin' weight like a trainer and a diet
Used to put the work in a bag and then I tie it
Flashbacks I can't deny, but you tell them police ass niggas "Bitch I'm retired"
That's why I do it for the ones in the street, ones in the cage
All the shit I'm goin' through, I should be askin' for a raise
Don't get to talkin' this work, I made millions
3.5 [?]
[Hook]
Writer: MAURICE JORDAN, JAY W. JENKINS, BYRON KEITH FOREST II
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shady Life
[Intro - Kelly Rowland:]
Jeezy, Kelly, oh!
[Hook - Jeezy (Kelly Rowland):]
(Shady life) Crazy
Way these niggas switchin' up, I swear the shit crazy
Tell 'em get they own but these niggas too lazy
Somebody please tell me why these niggas so shady
This 'bout that (shady life), crazy
Way these niggas switchin' up, I swear the shit crazy
Tell 'em get they own but these niggas too lazy
Somebody please tell me why these niggas so shady
This 'bout that (shady life)
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
Ain't nothin' like seeing ya dogs run to the blogs
Couldn't be something for my haters just because
Thought there was rules to this shit so f*ck laws
If you ain't gon' play the game how it go then f*ck y'all
Yeah, startin' to make me a believer
Seen a bunch of real niggas actin' like divas
Spill they feelings on the Internet
Let's focus on these billions, I ain't into that
Yeah, don't be arguin' with' these broke niggas
It's like a junkie tryna argue with the dope, nigga
And nowadays, everybody want attention
And, to get that, yo' name they gotta mention
So caught up in the fame, I don't know what fame is
Niggas I thought real start to act like strangers
You laugh cause they f*cked up, you livin' the life
Give a f*ck what you say, that shit trif'
They livin' that
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Jeezy:]
They tell me "Young nigga, get to the money, just one thing"
"Soon as you get to the money, it's gon' bring"
"Whole lotta fakers, even more haters"
"Gang of niggas you don't f*ck with' ask you for favors"
Can't forget rule #1, get to the paper
Can't forget 1 ½, f*ck the haters
You know how I do, I smoke all flavors
Never been a better public enemy, ask Flava
Cut your grass, see the snakes
Open up the brick, see the flakes
Soon as you hit you a lick, here come the hate
Man, these niggas come out of everywhere, who opened the gate?
Same nigga thinkin' your friends pro'bly your foes
Same nigga thinkin' your foes pro'bly some hoes
Niggas really bitch-made, nigga, and it shows
Keep playin' with' it, nigga, get yo' punk ass exposed
'Member that
[Hook]
[Bridge - Kelly Rowland:]
All the pain in this world
It ain't nothin' new
Ain't nothin' new, ooh-ooh
So don't you be so surprised
When they turn on you
They turn on you
They 'bout that shady life
[Hook]
[Outro - Kelly Rowland:]
(Life, them niggas livin' in that) Shady life
(I don't know why you livin' that) Shady life
(Shady, shady, shady-yeah) Shady life (life)
(Them niggas livin' in that)
(Them niggas livin' in that)
(Shady, shady, shady-yeah)
Jeezy, Kelly, oh!
[Hook - Jeezy (Kelly Rowland):]
(Shady life) Crazy
Way these niggas switchin' up, I swear the shit crazy
Tell 'em get they own but these niggas too lazy
Somebody please tell me why these niggas so shady
This 'bout that (shady life), crazy
Way these niggas switchin' up, I swear the shit crazy
Tell 'em get they own but these niggas too lazy
Somebody please tell me why these niggas so shady
This 'bout that (shady life)
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
Ain't nothin' like seeing ya dogs run to the blogs
Couldn't be something for my haters just because
Thought there was rules to this shit so f*ck laws
If you ain't gon' play the game how it go then f*ck y'all
Yeah, startin' to make me a believer
Seen a bunch of real niggas actin' like divas
Spill they feelings on the Internet
Let's focus on these billions, I ain't into that
Yeah, don't be arguin' with' these broke niggas
It's like a junkie tryna argue with the dope, nigga
And nowadays, everybody want attention
And, to get that, yo' name they gotta mention
So caught up in the fame, I don't know what fame is
Niggas I thought real start to act like strangers
You laugh cause they f*cked up, you livin' the life
Give a f*ck what you say, that shit trif'
They livin' that
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Jeezy:]
They tell me "Young nigga, get to the money, just one thing"
"Soon as you get to the money, it's gon' bring"
"Whole lotta fakers, even more haters"
"Gang of niggas you don't f*ck with' ask you for favors"
Can't forget rule #1, get to the paper
Can't forget 1 ½, f*ck the haters
You know how I do, I smoke all flavors
Never been a better public enemy, ask Flava
Cut your grass, see the snakes
Open up the brick, see the flakes
Soon as you hit you a lick, here come the hate
Man, these niggas come out of everywhere, who opened the gate?
Same nigga thinkin' your friends pro'bly your foes
Same nigga thinkin' your foes pro'bly some hoes
Niggas really bitch-made, nigga, and it shows
Keep playin' with' it, nigga, get yo' punk ass exposed
'Member that
[Hook]
[Bridge - Kelly Rowland:]
All the pain in this world
It ain't nothin' new
Ain't nothin' new, ooh-ooh
So don't you be so surprised
When they turn on you
They turn on you
They 'bout that shady life
[Hook]
[Outro - Kelly Rowland:]
(Life, them niggas livin' in that) Shady life
(I don't know why you livin' that) Shady life
(Shady, shady, shady-yeah) Shady life (life)
(Them niggas livin' in that)
(Them niggas livin' in that)
(Shady, shady, shady-yeah)
Writer: JAY JENKINS, PAUL DAWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Shady Life
[Intro - Kelly Rowland:]
Jeezy, Kelly, oh!
[Hook - Jeezy (Kelly Rowland):]
(Shady life) Crazy
Way these niggas switchin' up, I swear the shit crazy
Tell 'em get they own but these niggas too lazy
Somebody please tell me why these niggas so shady
This 'bout that (shady life), crazy
Way these niggas switchin' up, I swear the shit crazy
Tell 'em get they own but these niggas too lazy
Somebody please tell me why these niggas so shady
This 'bout that (shady life)
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
Ain't nothin' like seeing ya dogs run to the blogs
Couldn't be something for my haters just because
Thought there was rules to this shit so f*ck laws
If you ain't gon' play the game how it go then f*ck y'all
Yeah, startin' to make me a believer
Seen a bunch of real niggas actin' like divas
Spill they feelings on the Internet
Let's focus on these billions, I ain't into that
Yeah, don't be arguin' with' these broke niggas
It's like a junkie tryna argue with the dope, nigga
And nowadays, everybody want attention
And, to get that, yo' name they gotta mention
So caught up in the fame, I don't know what fame is
Niggas I thought real start to act like strangers
You laugh cause they f*cked up, you livin' the life
Give a f*ck what you say, that shit trif'
They livin' that
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Jeezy:]
They tell me "Young nigga, get to the money, just one thing"
"Soon as you get to the money, it's gon' bring"
"Whole lotta fakers, even more haters"
"Gang of niggas you don't f*ck with' ask you for favors"
Can't forget rule #1, get to the paper
Can't forget 1 ½, f*ck the haters
You know how I do, I smoke all flavors
Never been a better public enemy, ask Flava
Cut your grass, see the snakes
Open up the brick, see the flakes
Soon as you hit you a lick, here come the hate
Man, these niggas come out of everywhere, who opened the gate?
Same nigga thinkin' your friends pro'bly your foes
Same nigga thinkin' your foes pro'bly some hoes
Niggas really bitch-made, nigga, and it shows
Keep playin' with' it, nigga, get yo' punk ass exposed
'Member that
[Hook]
[Bridge - Kelly Rowland:]
All the pain in this world
It ain't nothin' new
Ain't nothin' new, ooh-ooh
So don't you be so surprised
When they turn on you
They turn on you
They 'bout that shady life
[Hook]
[Outro - Kelly Rowland:]
(Life, them niggas livin' in that) Shady life
(I don't know why you livin' that) Shady life
(Shady, shady, shady-yeah) Shady life (life)
(Them niggas livin' in that)
(Them niggas livin' in that)
(Shady, shady, shady-yeah)
Jeezy, Kelly, oh!
[Hook - Jeezy (Kelly Rowland):]
(Shady life) Crazy
Way these niggas switchin' up, I swear the shit crazy
Tell 'em get they own but these niggas too lazy
Somebody please tell me why these niggas so shady
This 'bout that (shady life), crazy
Way these niggas switchin' up, I swear the shit crazy
Tell 'em get they own but these niggas too lazy
Somebody please tell me why these niggas so shady
This 'bout that (shady life)
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
Ain't nothin' like seeing ya dogs run to the blogs
Couldn't be something for my haters just because
Thought there was rules to this shit so f*ck laws
If you ain't gon' play the game how it go then f*ck y'all
Yeah, startin' to make me a believer
Seen a bunch of real niggas actin' like divas
Spill they feelings on the Internet
Let's focus on these billions, I ain't into that
Yeah, don't be arguin' with' these broke niggas
It's like a junkie tryna argue with the dope, nigga
And nowadays, everybody want attention
And, to get that, yo' name they gotta mention
So caught up in the fame, I don't know what fame is
Niggas I thought real start to act like strangers
You laugh cause they f*cked up, you livin' the life
Give a f*ck what you say, that shit trif'
They livin' that
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Jeezy:]
They tell me "Young nigga, get to the money, just one thing"
"Soon as you get to the money, it's gon' bring"
"Whole lotta fakers, even more haters"
"Gang of niggas you don't f*ck with' ask you for favors"
Can't forget rule #1, get to the paper
Can't forget 1 ½, f*ck the haters
You know how I do, I smoke all flavors
Never been a better public enemy, ask Flava
Cut your grass, see the snakes
Open up the brick, see the flakes
Soon as you hit you a lick, here come the hate
Man, these niggas come out of everywhere, who opened the gate?
Same nigga thinkin' your friends pro'bly your foes
Same nigga thinkin' your foes pro'bly some hoes
Niggas really bitch-made, nigga, and it shows
Keep playin' with' it, nigga, get yo' punk ass exposed
'Member that
[Hook]
[Bridge - Kelly Rowland:]
All the pain in this world
It ain't nothin' new
Ain't nothin' new, ooh-ooh
So don't you be so surprised
When they turn on you
They turn on you
They 'bout that shady life
[Hook]
[Outro - Kelly Rowland:]
(Life, them niggas livin' in that) Shady life
(I don't know why you livin' that) Shady life
(Shady, shady, shady-yeah) Shady life (life)
(Them niggas livin' in that)
(Them niggas livin' in that)
(Shady, shady, shady-yeah)
Writer: JAY JENKINS, PAUL DAWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Addicted
[Hook - Jeezy:]
Man, those hoes, oh
When it come to gettin' paper, I'm gifted
Think I might relapse, I'm addicted
Man, those hoes, oh
I ain't bout to lie just to kick it
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted
Man, those hoes
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
Nigga have it, roll that weed up
I just want her, I don't need her
On the menu, I won't eat her
Don't eat pussy? Bitch, me neither
She addicted like Pookie on New Jack
Same old pipe, just new crack
Every time I hit, she come right back
Every time I hit, she come right back
Then I'm back to my business
Right back to my senses
Every time I'm done with' it
Pussy callin' my name, nig'
God as my witness, these hoes!
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - YG:]
I don't like holes, all my homies locked up sittin' in 'em
I don't like hoes, the whole community put they dick in 'em
They be expecting things, tryna use that pussy power
But that power don't work when you find out it's sour
I don't kiss 'em, that's a no-no, nigga (How was that pussy?)
Kinda loose, it was so-so, nigga
She f*ck with' him, she f*ck with' me then f*ck with' him
I'm like "Aye, girl, go 'head and see how that pussy be"
Aye, she a busy body
She just tryna see how much she could get up out him, so
I don't trust 'em, I really don't trust 'em
But I gotta get my nut off though so I just f*ck 'em
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - T.I.:]
Hey, I can't lie, I think I might
Need rehab, she has me so high
If you lookin' for the flyest, there could be no guy
Other than I, T.I.P., hard to deny, meanwhile
She gotta be the sweetest of drugs
Make a nigga think no one could please me but her
I asked her where to put it, she said "Skeet it on here"
So I don't need no molly, I'm on E and on her
I prefer the prettiest bodies, go to luxurious lobbies
Hit the elevator button, on the elevator, suckin'
Sloppy blowjob 'fore a nigga touch the doorknob, I'm so hard
I can't make my dick fit, I swear I'm addicted to her
[Hook]
Man, those hoes, oh
When it come to gettin' paper, I'm gifted
Think I might relapse, I'm addicted
Man, those hoes, oh
I ain't bout to lie just to kick it
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted
Man, those hoes
[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
Nigga have it, roll that weed up
I just want her, I don't need her
On the menu, I won't eat her
Don't eat pussy? Bitch, me neither
She addicted like Pookie on New Jack
Same old pipe, just new crack
Every time I hit, she come right back
Every time I hit, she come right back
Then I'm back to my business
Right back to my senses
Every time I'm done with' it
Pussy callin' my name, nig'
God as my witness, these hoes!
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - YG:]
I don't like holes, all my homies locked up sittin' in 'em
I don't like hoes, the whole community put they dick in 'em
They be expecting things, tryna use that pussy power
But that power don't work when you find out it's sour
I don't kiss 'em, that's a no-no, nigga (How was that pussy?)
Kinda loose, it was so-so, nigga
She f*ck with' him, she f*ck with' me then f*ck with' him
I'm like "Aye, girl, go 'head and see how that pussy be"
Aye, she a busy body
She just tryna see how much she could get up out him, so
I don't trust 'em, I really don't trust 'em
But I gotta get my nut off though so I just f*ck 'em
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - T.I.:]
Hey, I can't lie, I think I might
Need rehab, she has me so high
If you lookin' for the flyest, there could be no guy
Other than I, T.I.P., hard to deny, meanwhile
She gotta be the sweetest of drugs
Make a nigga think no one could please me but her
I asked her where to put it, she said "Skeet it on here"
So I don't need no molly, I'm on E and on her
I prefer the prettiest bodies, go to luxurious lobbies
Hit the elevator button, on the elevator, suckin'
Sloppy blowjob 'fore a nigga touch the doorknob, I'm so hard
I can't make my dick fit, I swear I'm addicted to her
[Hook]
Writer: JAY JENKINS, CLIFFORD HARRIS, KEENON JACKSON, MARKUS RANDALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Addicted
When it come to gettin' paper, I'm gifted
Think I might relapse, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
I ain't bout to lie just to kick it
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
Nigga happy, roll that weed up
I just want her, I don't need her
On the menu, I won't eat her
Don't eat pussy? Bitch, me neither
She addicted like Pookie on New Jack
Same old pipe, just new crack
Every time I hit, she come right back
Every time I hit, she come right back
Then I'm back to my business
Right back to my senses
Every time I'm done wit' it
Pussy callin' my name, nig'
God as my witness, these hoes!
When it come to gettin' paper, I'm gifted
Think I might relapse, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
I ain't bout to lie just to kick it
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
I don't like holes, all my homies locked up sittin' in 'em
I don't like hoes, the whole community put they dick in 'em
They be expecting things, tryna use that pussy power
But that power don't work when you find out it's sour
I don't kiss 'em, that's a no-no, nigga (How was that pussy?)
Kinda loose, it was so-so, nigga
She f*ck wit' him, she f*ck wit' me then f*ck wit' him
I'm like "Aye, girl, go 'head and see how that pussy be"
Aye, she a busy body
She just tryna see how much she could get up out him, so
I don't trust 'em, I really don't trust 'em
But I gotta get my nut off though so I just f*ck 'em
Man, these hoes, oh
When it come to gettin' paper, I'm gifted
Think I might relapse, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
I ain't bout to lie just to kick it
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
Hey, I can't lie, I think I might
Need rehab, she has me so high
If you lookin' for the flyest, there could be no guy
Other than I, T.I.P., harder than I
Me, why, she gotta be the sweetest of drugs
Make a nigga think no one could please me but her
I asked her where to put it, she said "Skeet it on her"
So I don't need no molly, I'm OD'ing on her
I prefer the prettiest bodies, go to luxurious lobbies
Hit the elevator button, on the elevator, suckin'
Sloppy blowjob 'fore a nigga touch the doorknob, I'm so hard
I can't make my dick fit, I swear I'm addicted to her
Man, these hoes, oh
When it come to gettin' paper, I'm gifted
Think I might relapse, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
I ain't bout to lie just to kick it
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
Think I might relapse, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
I ain't bout to lie just to kick it
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
Nigga happy, roll that weed up
I just want her, I don't need her
On the menu, I won't eat her
Don't eat pussy? Bitch, me neither
She addicted like Pookie on New Jack
Same old pipe, just new crack
Every time I hit, she come right back
Every time I hit, she come right back
Then I'm back to my business
Right back to my senses
Every time I'm done wit' it
Pussy callin' my name, nig'
God as my witness, these hoes!
When it come to gettin' paper, I'm gifted
Think I might relapse, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
I ain't bout to lie just to kick it
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
I don't like holes, all my homies locked up sittin' in 'em
I don't like hoes, the whole community put they dick in 'em
They be expecting things, tryna use that pussy power
But that power don't work when you find out it's sour
I don't kiss 'em, that's a no-no, nigga (How was that pussy?)
Kinda loose, it was so-so, nigga
She f*ck wit' him, she f*ck wit' me then f*ck wit' him
I'm like "Aye, girl, go 'head and see how that pussy be"
Aye, she a busy body
She just tryna see how much she could get up out him, so
I don't trust 'em, I really don't trust 'em
But I gotta get my nut off though so I just f*ck 'em
Man, these hoes, oh
When it come to gettin' paper, I'm gifted
Think I might relapse, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
I ain't bout to lie just to kick it
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
Hey, I can't lie, I think I might
Need rehab, she has me so high
If you lookin' for the flyest, there could be no guy
Other than I, T.I.P., harder than I
Me, why, she gotta be the sweetest of drugs
Make a nigga think no one could please me but her
I asked her where to put it, she said "Skeet it on her"
So I don't need no molly, I'm OD'ing on her
I prefer the prettiest bodies, go to luxurious lobbies
Hit the elevator button, on the elevator, suckin'
Sloppy blowjob 'fore a nigga touch the doorknob, I'm so hard
I can't make my dick fit, I swear I'm addicted to her
Man, these hoes, oh
When it come to gettin' paper, I'm gifted
Think I might relapse, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
I ain't bout to lie just to kick it
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted
Man, these hoes, oh
Writer: JAY JENKINS, CLIFFORD HARRIS, KEENON JACKSON, MARKUS RANDALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group