[Intro: Fabolous]
Look
I can see those niggas stuntin' to this right now
Not now
But right now, yeah
Yeah, chea-chea, yeah
Look, look look, look
Look, look look, look
Look, look, look look
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
It's no love for the other side fuck those tricks
Pop the glove on the side and buck them pricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truck rims sick
I'm heard of on the Southern side, I'm plugged in quick
I've been one of them boys since way back when
This was way before a nigga brought ray packs in
So if I spray Mac-10s, bet you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz
Yeah, I may crack grins, but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket full of "Do the Damn Thang" money
I keep it comin' wit bottles of champagne, dummy
So keep it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring, honey
These pimps just better have a goblet for me
I got them hoes standin' 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
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze
Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Hey! I do the damn thang
Ah, ah (look), oh, I do the damn thing
Yeah, a nigga might grin, but ain't shit funny
Got a pocket full of that "Do the Damn Thang" money
Hey! I do the damn thang
What, what, oh, I do the damn thing
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
My phone is tapped and so is my living room (What?)
We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room (Damn!)
Let me show you what I stand for
Jeezy Schwarzeneggar call me Commando
On that Remy Martin, nigga, matter of fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make 'em "Lean Back"
Save your ammo, don't waste it
Got 'im dodging bullets like he in The Matrix
You ain't strapped, then you better dip
Carbon 15 got six clips
Pillsbury, nigga, got a lot of dough
Call me Boston George, got a lot of blow (That's right!)
They place orders so I bake cakes
I'm a body builder, pump a lot of weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to tell I do the damn thang
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze
Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Hey! I do the damn thang
Ah, ah (look), oh, I do the damn thing
Yeah, a nigga might grin, but ain't shit funny
Got a pocket full of that "Do the Damn Thang" money
Hey! I do the damn thang
What, what, oh, I do the damn thing
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
You hatin' instead of particpatin' with them boys
Who skatin' on them 22 Daytons like them boys?
I'm hatin' that they communcatin' with them boys
I'm waitin' just to send 'em to Satan for that shit
They say a nigga's stones look sick
And I got a stack of singles in my hand that's phonebook 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
And get rid of that shit-spitter, get with a shit-getter
Sick with a hit spitter 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"
I know them tricks bitter when I'm in the 6 with her
So I'm in the mix with her, .44 six with her
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
But a nigga try, then he gon' die in this motherfucker
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze
Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes
Hey! I do the damn thang
Ah, ah (look), oh, I do the damn thing
Yeah, a nigga might grin, but ain't shit funny
Got a pocket full of that "Do the Damn Thang" money
Hey! I do the damn thang
What, what, oh, I do the damn thing
