My Tool Jeezy (Ft. Birdman & Bun B)

[Chorus: Birdman]
Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullshit or hustle money, Motherfucker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherfucker
See, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white
Harley Davis bike nigga, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and nigga life

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Bounce back, rebel
Fuck, going in a nigga's cell
I'm raising hell doing swell
Make the mil, fuck the mirror
Make the money, fuck who tells
Make the money
Flip the money
Nigga show and tell (yeah)
From the bottom
Where the roaches at
Hit the light switch
Where the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella choppers
More stacks, out the back
To a bus nigga mill stack (yeah)
So she love me
So I fuck her right
From the floor, no ceilings
What a hella sight
Harley Davis is a nigga bike
Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred
Models every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush leather
Leather so soft, nigga do it any weather
Fly in any weather
Hustle in any weather
Shine in any weather