Getcha Some Money

[Verse 1: Jeezy]

You fly, playboy

Not as fly as me

[?]

[?] we ain't gotta clap bout it

[?] rap bout it

Want some money, I come to your trap bout it

34, Imma bust the strap out it

That gangsta shit, don't know how to act bout it

You want some salt? I cook some crack bout it

Baking soda all in the pot with it

If you want me, playboy you can come get it

All I do is talk shit and bust heads with it

In the street, playboy the feds with it

Y'all niggas be acting like some bitches with it

Get caught, turn state like some snitches with it

I know you fake, you ain't gotta flow bout it

Any disrespect, you gon know bout it

[Chorus: Ms. Peaches and Jeezy]

Before you knew what to do, I was doing it

Make a motherfucker sick like the flew with it

What the fuck you laughing at nigga? Ain't shit funny

You ignerint ass niggas need to getcha some money

[Verse 2: Ms. Peaches and Jeezy]

I don't mean to be braggen

But them G's keep my pants saggin

I got an ass fat like Biggi

[?] get my shine on [?]

Plus I got a grand for the matching boots

If it's shady, I got my 45 that Imma shoot

I confessed it

Too many niggas that wanna test this

I'm the number 1 stuntress

Number 1 down bitch

Don't come with the soft shit

You know I'm down for traffiking bricks

All I think about is licks

How many licks will it take?

You got to get together and wait

Gots niggas that I gots to break

For this chetter, I want it all, from your platnom necklace to your Gucci sweater

This my ocupation forever

Imma pimp you, Ms. Peaches

Neva!

[Chorus: Ms. Peaches and Jeezy]

Before you knew what to do, I was doing it

Make a motherfucker sick like the flew with it

What the fuck you laughing at nigga? Ain't shit funny

You ignerint ass niggas need to getcha some money

[Verse 3: Jeezy]

OK fuckboy, gotta get it straight

I

I hit the block, and I flip weight

Young country nigga, but I flip cake

Nigga, I'm killing everything

[?], nigga, Imma let my nuts hang

Ain't no telling how many K's I might bring

And for you gay ass niggas tryna steal my flow

Imma tell you like this, but you already know

This my last motherfuckin time tellin your ass

[?] gon be smelling your ass

Niggas say they gon rob me, but I don't see it

I'm strapped in this booth, come at me right now

[Chorus: Ms. Peaches and Jeezy]

Before you knew what to do, I was doing it

Make a motherfucker sick like the flew with it

What the fuck you laughing at nigga? Ain't shit funny

You ignerint ass niggas need to getcha some money