[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Give me the whole bag
I ain't trippin' on a push
In a world of street niggas
Got more money than George Bush
So nigga I understand 'em
I ain't never seen the leader of our nation in a Phantom
That's why I spit that real shit, real niggas can ride to
G's and the street niggas like to get high to
Spent a grip round my neck, nigga just because
So in the words of Kink B, nigga, stall my balls
Got that crazy cash
That insane money
Fall off in Magic City, make it rain money
Count all night, co-caine money
That do whatcha gotta do, I ain't ashamed money
You burnin' up, daddy
And I ain't never gone stop
Gotta a hunnit thou- sittin in the parkin' lot
I paid hella dues
That's why that bitch sittin' on some chrome tennis shoes
And it's a show stopper
Cuz we shop at 404, not Foot Locker
And yeah nigga, that's real
Now was ya man doin' that before his deal?
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