I said, "The Benz just boosted up to my self-esteem"
Between me and you I think she's digging my Beemer
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
We getting money over here, what it do pimpin'
Nigga think I ain't, no need to brag
If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
I gotta a stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here
Man these hoes love Jeezy, they just like my swag
The way I do my thang
A house full of bloods and a click full of killers
Folding for doe mane and we all in the dope game, buying and selling
Plus she heard I gotta big dick that's it
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
I hit a hater wit a heat from a cold gat
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Bottles of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere
And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
We posted up on a black like a street light
Watching the money move making sure I eat right
You trapping lil' daddy gon' get them boulders off
I'm heavy on the streets with a rep long as old Nash
As soon as my niggaz roll up these blunts
Dollar for dollar and dime for dime
Matter of fact tell ya friends put it on me girl
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink when I drink
If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it
Gangsta shit we got dro in the air
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Now if you feeling like a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here
She ask me why I looked so mean
And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
See ya boys looking but y'all lame ain't tipping
We out here hustle for hustle, nigga grind for grind
If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
We getting money over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all lame ain't tipping
See ya boys looking but y'all [Incomprehensible]ain't tipping
Love the way a lil' nigga spit so slick
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me think what I think
She said, "She like my domineer"
If your money gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it
I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass chain
And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
You haters buying and telling, but what is my niggaz yelling
And the pussy niggaz hating 'cause all the hoes on it
Even them old things grinding on them hash
Yeah, put it on me girl
We getting money over here, what it do pimpin'
We got them nines in them halfs
And I'ma teach you how to stunt
I'm in a new SS and the tag still on it
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
