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(feat. Jadakiss & Fabolous) [Young Jeezy - Hook] What you know about champagne every night Bad bitches everywhere, Barry White Hit the things, I could bury white Countin' up a million dollars every night Hit the mall blow up Kinda hard when you're sleeping on Dolce Wake up drinkin Rose Killin' that white bitch, OJ [Young Jeezy - Verse 1] Smokin that exotic, grinding that forty All around trippin', I ain't talkin bout touring Yeah, countin' money til ya boring Mad[?], that [?] where you goin' Flat screens on the walls, iMacs Michael Turners on decks, hand bags Dirty white, yeah the kat stacks We don't sleep round here, we take cat naps Wesley Snipes, its the money train Swear the work came faster than the money came Sometimes the money be faster than the cars is Feds ain't watching and then them broads is Could end anyday and you know better SongtexteNow you watch the frito lay, yeah you know cheddar Double bags at the spot, luggage in the place Louie V on deck, luggage on my waist [Young Jeezy - Hook] [Fabolous - Verse 2] I woke up sayin' I ain't drinking no more Same night in the spot drinkin' Coco Loso, bad bitch think she know so Got a man cuffin', think he popo She tryna go below the belt, thinkin' low blow I'm thinking oh yeah, he thinkin' oh no I'm on my high horse, thinking Polo Got the 9 on me so I think I'm Romo Uh, I'm about that life Bring you in the game, let you meet my wife Married to the, asking am I gettin cheddar now They say I do, like a wedding vow That AirTran we flying for cheap And you niggas sleepin' on me, hope you die in your sleep OJ, yeah probably don't get it I'm the best that ever did it and got away with it [Hook] [Jadakiss - Verse 2] Italian money and everything with 'em Gloves don't fit 'em so they gotta acquit him Ain't nobody seen it, but everybody heard it The whole town hatin', they waitin' on a verdict Tell 'em niggas pop off, I'm waitin on a drop off I ain't leaving the block til I knock the box off Yeah taking care of the whole fam Bought the Porsche gave the M to my old man More money more problems More grams, more real estate, more land At fight night I be ringside I let them things fly, just put 1.5 under my kingsize I look at the world through a kings eyes I was born to spit bars and sling [?] I ain't wealthy yet but I'm quite rich I just gotta keep killin' that white bitch [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania