[Chorus: Young Jeezy (Screwed & Chopped)] [x2] I represent for the South My residence is the shore couple golds in my mouth Bring my dance and my charm I'm as hot as it get I'm the youngest in charge and ya oughta show some respect I represent for da South [Rick Ross:] I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back Still sellin' dubs nigga, that's fact You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce 10 years later, time for me to cash out You dealin' wit a dope dealin' dictator Fuck traffickin' nigga, I get the shit catered See the clique tailored, only the Gucci shit I fucks wit' Damon, I'm in the movies kid My mom reminisce on a late nights When I used to reel em in wit da straight white Now I'm 6, 17 with a li'l Beamer First foreign car, far from a lil' dreamer Daddy severed his relationship I think momma quit 'im cuz he wasn't makin shit [Chorus:] [Lil' Wayne:] Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin' I run it myself like a quarterback option I pitch 'er ten g's, tell a bitch to go shoppin She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back on chopper Niggas try'na kick it but no I don't play soccer I'm all about my cake, I'm try'na marry Betty Crocker A package on the way you know my whip game proper And off of one key, I see seventy thousand dollars Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint I bet wit' Yo Gotti he hit five straight points We over here hustlin, we over here grindin You rap bout money and a nigga might sign you Rap bout me and a nigga might find you Banana in ya ass wit ya head right behind ya Dope game bitch, let his momma worry about him You can holla at me, a fee! [Chorus:] [Young Jeezy:] Snowman bitch (bitch), need I say more (more) When you get done with these, look I got twenty more (haha) Still got blow money, cause nigga I know money (money) Now I'm on the road gettin' fifty a show money Still sittin' on white bricks (bricks), wrapped in duct tape (tape) 30 minutes flat, I could bake a whole cake Got a pocket full of stacks, safe full of blocks When they cam through, look the stones on the watch Iced out belt buckle, they never had a chance Drop sixty grand, just to hold up my pants Still got da Chevy, spent a grip on the Lambo Twelve carats in my ears just the show 'em what I stand fo' (hey!) [Chorus:] Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com