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[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





[Chorus]

[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





[Chorus]

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