We getting money over here what it do pimpin See you boys tipping but you boys ain't tipping Hold up a yeah it's something wrong with it If the money gon' nigga be the fuck on with it
Don't worry bout what the fuck we smokin over here Don't worry bout what the fuck we drankin over here Don't worry bout who the fuck was standing over here Don't worry bout how the fuck we dancing over here
I'm in a new SS and the tag still on it And the pussy niggaz hating cause all the hoes on it She ask me why I looked so mean I said the Benz just boosted up my self-esteem Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me think what think Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink what I drink Nigga think I ain't No need to brag Man these hoes love Jeezy they just like my swag The way I do my thang I'm just a young ghetto nigga with a big ass chain
If you feeling like a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off I'm trapping lil daddy gon' get them boulders off And I'm a teach you how to stunt As soon as my niggaz roll up these blunts She said she like my domineer Between you and me I think she's digging my Beemer Love the way a lil nigga spit so slick Plus she heard I gotta big dick that's it Yeah put it on me girl Matter of fact tell ya friends put it on me girl Gangsta shit we got dro in the air Bottles of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere
I gotta stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers A house full of bloods and a house full of killers I'm heavy on the streets with a rep long as old Nash I hit a hater with a heat from a cold gat I'm posted up on a corner like a street light Making sure the money move making sure I eat right Dollar for dollar and dime for dime We out here hustle for hustle, nigga grind for grind We got them nines in a halfs Even them old things grinding on them hash Folding for doe mane We all in the dope game Buying and selling You haters buying and telling But what is my niggaz yelling
