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We getting money here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wit it
If your money gon' be the fuck on wit it

And don't worry what the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over
worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here

I'm in a new SS and the tag on it
And the pussy niggaz hating all the hoes on it
She ask me why I so mean
I said, "The Benz just up to my self-esteem"

I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me think what I think
Matter of tell the waitress let me drink when I drink
Nigga think I ain't, no need to
Man these hoes love Jeezy, they just my swag
The way I do my
I'm just a young nigga wit a big ass chain

We getting money here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all [Incomprehensible]ain't
Hold up, a, yeah it's wrong wit it
If your money nigga be the fuck on wit it

And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' here
Don't worry 'bout the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing here

Now if you feeling a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
You trapping daddy gon' get them boulders off
And I'ma teach you how to
As as my niggaz roll up these blunts

She said, "She my domineer"
Between me and you I think digging my Beemer
Love the way a lil' nigga spit so
Plus she heard I gotta big dick it

Yeah, put it on me
Matter of fact tell ya friends put it on me
Gangsta we got dro in the air
Bottles of Crist', Grey everywhere

We getting money here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah some wrong wit it
If your money nigga be the fuck on wit it

And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' here
worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry who the fuck was standing over here
Don't 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here

I gotta a stable full of hoes and a full of dealers
A house full of and a click full of killers
I'm heavy on the streets with a rep as old Nash
I hit a wit a heat from a cold gat

We posted up on a like a street light
the money move making sure I eat right
Dollar for and dime for dime
We out here hustle for hustle, grind for grind

We got them nines in them
Even them old grinding on them hash
Folding for doe and we all in the dope game, buying and selling
You haters buying and telling, but is my niggaz yelling

We getting money here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all lame tipping
up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it

And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' here
Don't worry 'bout who the was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over