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