
Wit Me Jeezy
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[Produced by D Rich]
[Hook]
I’mma ball till I fall, till you haters come get me
Do one for my nigga, drive the Chevy like a Bentley
Speed limit a buck twenty, but he doing two fifty
Top down, money up, what he screaming? Fuck with me
Fuck with me, fuck with me (let’s get this money)
Fuck with me, fuck with me (let’s get this money)
You know I used to drive my Chevy like a Bentley
If you talking bout your money my nigga fuck with me
[Verse 1]
Fuck with a nigga, yeah ain’t shit changed
In something half a ticket, top down, switching lanes
Still living sucker free, you know how I feel about lames
Had to drop a few niggas, y’all ain’t feeling my pain
I see envy in their eyes I see jealousy in their hearts
I ain’t see em when I was hiding 8 balls in the yard
Penitentiary chances, posted up in the trenches
Talking with the tools, yeah the hammers and the wrenches
Got the ground up, I pause when I’m in traffic
Putting on a show, when you done nigga I’m clapping
I mix with water with the yola, arm hammer, made a boulder
You think you’re paid a lot, wait until you hear the motor
[Hook]
I’mma ball till I fall, till you haters come get me
Do one for my nigga, drive the Chevy like a Bentley
Speed limit a buck twenty, but he doing two fifty
Top down, money up, what he screaming? Fuck with me
Fuck with me, fuck with me (let’s get this money)
Fuck with me, fuck with me (let’s get this money)
You know I used to drive my Chevy like a Bentley
If you talking bout your money my nigga fuck with me
[Verse 1]
Fuck with a nigga, yeah ain’t shit changed
In something half a ticket, top down, switching lanes
Still living sucker free, you know how I feel about lames
Had to drop a few niggas, y’all ain’t feeling my pain
I see envy in their eyes I see jealousy in their hearts
I ain’t see em when I was hiding 8 balls in the yard
Penitentiary chances, posted up in the trenches
Talking with the tools, yeah the hammers and the wrenches
Got the ground up, I pause when I’m in traffic
Putting on a show, when you done nigga I’m clapping
I mix with water with the yola, arm hammer, made a boulder
You think you’re paid a lot, wait until you hear the motor
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