[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Back it on up, baby girl, get low
I'mma double your money, better buy you some blow
When the choppers come out, the fuck niggas get low
Ask them who they riding with, them real niggas say, "Snow"
That's how you feeling, that's how you feeling, that's how you feeling
Album just dropped, I should do it by the millions
Told my downstairs neighbor I'm bout to buy the whole building
Like Club Amnesia, I'll remove the whole ceiling
While your bitch looking over here like she want something
My partner's so high, looking like he on something
Johnson & Johnson, got the kitchen full of powder
We ain't playing around here, we take choppers in the shower
One hand on the trigger, other hand on the soap
Big gold medallion, call it swag on a rope
Shooters on call all day like CERTs
We at you pussy niggas all day like virgins
K.O.D., we heard you ran out ones
Missed the whole club, must have ran out of funds
Twos on deck, the ones in the air
Blonde laced fronts, ones all in the air
Snowing gears, popping bottles like them niggas won something
Young going in, ain't even won something
The bitch you got with you so fine, I might tip her
Say she work at Macy's, got a body like a stripper, what's up?
Back it on up, baby girl, get low
I'mma double your money, better buy you some blow
When the choppers come out, the fuck niggas get low
Ask them who they riding with, them real niggas say, "Snow"
That's how you feeling, that's how you feeling, that's how you feeling
Album just dropped, I should do it by the millions
Told my downstairs neighbor I'm bout to buy the whole building
Like Club Amnesia, I'll remove the whole ceiling
While your bitch looking over here like she want something
My partner's so high, looking like he on something
Johnson & Johnson, got the kitchen full of powder
We ain't playing around here, we take choppers in the shower
One hand on the trigger, other hand on the soap
Big gold medallion, call it swag on a rope
Shooters on call all day like CERTs
We at you pussy niggas all day like virgins
K.O.D., we heard you ran out ones
Missed the whole club, must have ran out of funds
Twos on deck, the ones in the air
Blonde laced fronts, ones all in the air
Snowing gears, popping bottles like them niggas won something
Young going in, ain't even won something
The bitch you got with you so fine, I might tip her
Say she work at Macy's, got a body like a stripper, what's up?
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