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[Verse 1]
You got, you got
Young Jeezy
AKA countin' the money in the summer
And we gon' talk about these bouvalay cars
These bouvalay paint
These bouvalay rims
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
And if you didn't know, pimpin'
Bouvalay is Haitian for bullshit
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
So check me out
Uh, uh-what
Uh-what-what wha-what
Wha-what what
[Verse 2]
Top down, still flossin'
I got my heater on my lap 'cause it's talkin'
Sent my 'Bird today, got it sprayed at Bert's (Oh)
No runs marks, y'all, everything's pert (Oh)
Got the matchin' steerin' wheel, watch a **** work (Work)
Alpine everything, watch a **** twerk (Twerk)
Come through your hood soundin' like an earthquake
Got young **** on your corner doin' triple-takes
And where y'all from, dawg, y'all might call y'all paint candy
But where we from, dawg, see, we call this here candy
This shit is not a game, I don't know what a **** think
I got that Laffy Taffy mixed with Skittles, Jolly Rancher paint, hey
[Verse 3]
On your Lexus, on your Benzo
On your Beamer, 22's or better
On your 'Lac trucks, on your Rovers
On your Hummer, 22's or better
On your Cutlass, on your Skylarks
On your Chevy, 22's or better
On your Duallys, on your Ram trucks
And on your Harley, 22's or better
[Verse 4]
Now if you're ridin' on that bullshit, put it back up
I got the 24's on the 'Lac truck
You see, my Aunty Bridget never understood this
See me swervin' through and be like, "Oh my goodness!"
It's Young Jeezy, y'all, ain't no body cooler
When I park, all the kids just break out their rulers
Shit, I changed the grill, so you know that bitch grilling
Hit one button and watch the screen straight drop up out the ceiling
They be like, "Mister, mister, how could you afford this?
This look like some shit that we saw up in 'Swordfish'
Gather 'round, kids, I got a new word for y'all today
If it ain't 22's or better, then it's bouvalay, hey
[Verse 5]
On your Lexus, on your Benzo
On your Beamer, 22's or better
On your 'Lac trucks, on your Rovers
On your Hummer, 22's or better
On your Cutlass, on your Skylarks
On your Chevy, 22's or better
On your Duallys, on your Ram trucks
And on your Harley, 22's or better
[Verse 6]
Drunk as shit, blunts in it, straight shit talk
My car been in park, but the bitch moonwalk
Stay strapped, y'all, keep a 9 for the jack
We used to call them Jordans, now we call them Michael Jacksons
So never mind Jeezy G, y'all, he be 'bout his cheddar
Get 'em for nineteen, but they be 22 or better
Don't holler at the hoes, 'cause the chrome is gonna get 'em
'Cause you chillin' with Michael Jordan, he got Emmet with him
See it bounce, swerve, drop the top, all up in your Cutlass
But the only exception is, y'all, these nineteen-inch whatnicks
Rap some shit before me, dawg, you must be crazy
I'm the same young **** that got a credit line at Baileys, whoa
[Verse 7]
On your Lexus, on your Benzo
On your Beamer, 22's or better
On your 'Lac trucks, on your Rovers
On your Hummer, 22's or better
On your Cutlass, on your Skylarks
On your Chevy, 22's or better
On your Duallys, on your Ram trucks
And on your Harley, 22's or better
Written by: Jay Wayne Jenkins
