Do the D@mn Thang (feat. Young Jeezy)

Look, I can see them niggas stuntin' to this right now, not now, but right now

Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea

Look, lo-lo look

Look, lo-lo look

Look, look

It's no love for the other side, fuck them tricks

Pop the glove on the other side, buck them bricks

Birds love how a brother ride, truckin' run sick

I'm heard of on the southern side, I'm plucked and equipped

I been one of them boys since way back when

This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in

So if I spray mac-10s, bet you niggas lay back then

Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz

Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny

I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money

I keep it comin' with bottles of champagne dunny

So keep it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring honey

These pimps just better have a gothic for me

I got them hoes starin' 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

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze

So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy

Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

A nigga might grin' but it ain't shit funny

Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy

Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

My phone is tapped and so is my livin' room

We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room

Let me show you what I stand fo

Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando

On that Remy Martin, nigga matter fact

I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em lean back

Save your ammo don't waste it

Got him dodgin' bullets like he in the matrix

Jeans strapped and ya better dip

Carvin' 15, got six clips

Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough

Call me Boston george, got a lotta hoes

They place orders, so I bake cakes

I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight

You see the diamonds in my damn chain

It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze

So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy

Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

A nigga might grin' but it ain't shit funny

Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy

Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

You hatin' instead of participatin' with them boys

You skatin' on them 22 datins like them boys

I'm hatin' that they communicatin' with them boys

I'm waitin' just to send them to Satan for that shit

They see a nigga stones look sick

And I gotta stack of singles in my hand that's phone booth thick

'Cause I'm so hood rich

That I'm no good bitch

And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch

And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter

Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter

My style fit wit her

I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta

I know them tricks bitter

When I'm in the six with her

So I'm in a mix with her

Forty four six with her

And I'm higher than a motherfucker

But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker

I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze

So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy

Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

A nigga might grin' but it ain't shit funny

Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy

Do the damn thang, do the damn thang