[Intro]
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Look, I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now
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Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
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Look, lo-lo look
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Look, lo-lo look
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Look, look
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[Verse 1-Fabolous]
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It's no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks
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Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
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Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it sick
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I'm heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick
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I been one of them boys since way back when
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This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in
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So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then
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Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz
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Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
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I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
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I keep it comin with bottles of champagne dunny
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So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey
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These pimps just better have a gothic for me
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I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me
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I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me
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I'm rich bitch, ballin just a hobby for me
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[Chorus-Young Jeezy]
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I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
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So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy
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Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
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A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny
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Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy
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Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
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[Verse 2-Young Jeezy]
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My phone is tapped and so is my livin room
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We cant hide the money here, we need a bigger room
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Let me show you what I stand fo,
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Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
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On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact
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I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em lean back
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Save your ammo don't waste it
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Got him dodgin bullets like he in the matrix
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Jeans strapped and ya better dip
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Carvin 15, got six clips
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Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough
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Call me bossan george, got a lotta hoes
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They place orders, so I bake cakes
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I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
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You see the diamonds in my damn chain
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It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3-Fabolous]
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You waitin instead of participatin with them boys
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You skatin on them 22 datins like them boys
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I'm hatin that they communicatin with them boys
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I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit
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They see a nigga stones look sick
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And I gotta stack of singles in my hand thats phone booth thick
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Cuz I'm so hood rich
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That I'm no good bitch
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And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
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And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
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sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
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My style fit wit her
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I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta
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I know them tricks bitter
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When im in the six with her
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So im in a mix with her
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Fourty four six with her
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And I'm higher than a motherfucker
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But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker
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[Chorus]
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Do The Damn Thang
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| Fabolous |
