Do the Damn Thang

[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