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ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Rap
Young Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
John David Jackson
Songwriter
Sharif "Reefa" Slater
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabolous
Co-Executive Producer
Cheo'
Co-Executive Producer
Webb
Co-Executive Producer
Clue
Executive Producer
Duro
Mixing Engineer
Skåne
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Reefa
Producer
Paul Gregory
Recording Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Look, I can see those **** stuntin' to this right now
Not now
But right now, yeah
Yeah, chit-chit, yeah
Look, look, look, look
Look, look, look, look
Look, look, look, look
[Verse 2]
There's no love for the other side, fuck them tricks
I popped a glove on the other side and bucked them pricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truck look sick
I'm heard of on the southern side and plucked 'em quick
[Verse 3]
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a **** brought gray plaques in
So if I spray MAC -10s, bet you **** laid back then
Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I make crack grins, but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fuller, do the damn thing money
I keep it comin' with bottles of champagne, gunny
So keep it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring, honey
[Verse 5]
These pimps just better have a goblet for me
I got them mole stand like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich, bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me
[Verse 6]
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze
Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Ay, do the damn thang
Oh, do the damn thang
Yeah, ****, my grin, well, it ain't just funny
Got a pocket full of that, do the damn thing money
Ay, do the damn thang
Oh, and do the damn thang
[Verse 7]
My phone is tapped and so is my living room
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand for
Jesus Schwarzenegger, call me Commando
[Verse 8]
On that Rémy Martin, ****, matter of fact
I ain't Fat Joe, but I can make 'em lean back
Save your ammo, don't waste it
Got him dodgin' bullets like he in the Matrix
[Verse 9]
You ain't strapped, then you better dip
Carbon fifteen, got six clips
Pillsbury, ****, got a lot of dough
Call me Boston George, got a lot of bro
[Verse 10]
They place orders, so I make cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
Ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang
[Verse 11]
Got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze
Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Ay, do the damn thang
Oh, do the damn thang
Yeah, ****, my grin, well, it ain't just funny
Got a pocket full of that, do the damn thing money
Ay, do the damn thang
Oh, and do the damn thang
[Verse 12]
You hatin' instead of participatin' with them boys
You skatin' on twenty-two Daytons like them boys
I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them boys
I'm waitin' just to send 'em to Satan for that shit
[Verse 13]
They say a ****'s stones look sick
And I got a stack of singles in my hand, that's phone book thick
'Cause I'm so hood rich that I'm no good, bitch
And even if she got a pimp, then the ho should switch
[Verse 14]
So get rid of that shit spitter, get with her, shit getter
Sit with her, hit, spit her, that don't bitch chitter
My style fit with her
I tell her you done went left, now you need to go right
Like a switch hitter
[Verse 15]
I know them tricks bitter when I'm in the six with her
So I'm in the mix with her, forty-four six with her
And I'm higher than a muhfucka
But a **** try, then he gon' die in this muhfucka
[Verse 16]
Got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze
Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Ay, do the damn thang
Oh, do the damn thang
Yeah, ****, my grin, well, it ain't just funny
Got a pocket full of that, do the damn thing money
Ay, do the damn thang
Oh, and do the damn thang
Written by: Jay Jenkins, John Jackson, Sharif Slater

