Jeezy - Amazin' lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[Jeezy - Amazin' lyrics]
Yeah can you please, mothafuckin' rise
For the national mothafuckin'
Trap star anthem let's go
Cause bitch I'm a amazing'
Look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low, yea I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth
They ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Rose gold Audemar
Lookin' like it's miller time
Six or seven diamond chains
Who he think he Busta Rhymes
Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes
Could've done a lot of time
And I ain't never snorted shit
Put it all up on the line
Got a lot up on my mind
Got a lot up on my plate
Got to feed my hood
So I'm up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga
So I'm in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a nigga
Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe
But nuttin but banana split
Say that I'm her favourite
If you can take a lot of dick
I can talk a lot of shit
Go on baby swag it up
Show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangsta shit
Who you niggas fuckin' with
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
First I sold two mill
Then I sold another one
Told them if you pay for three
That I will front another one
Told them if they give me this
Then I'll record another one
But, if you can not give me that
Ain't no sense in callin' back
Fuck you think they sell me for
Fuck you think they find me at
Damn right I'm arrogant
I'm gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this
Gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that bitch
That bitch stacked up since 98
Let 'em talk, let 'em hate
Watch the Lincoln Navigate
If you touch 'em, wipe 'em off
Fingerprints, then take em off
I can make an avalanche and
I ain't talkin Chevy trucks
Call me Georgia lottery cause I'll
Be talkin mega bucks
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
Must of spent ten grand to
Make they coupe stand taller
First round draft pick
Yea I'm mother fuckin balla
Just write your number down
Baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now
She won't live to see tomorrow
And if she playin' with it
She won't make it thru the night
Before the song with Kanye
I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips
Yea I get my money tight
Now it's time to re up
Then I make my money white
You can catch me at my jewel
Yeah I like my money bright
You can find me at the lot
Yea I like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas
Two hundred on the dash
Yea I'm spendin' old money
Now I'm livin' in the past
For the national mothafuckin'
Trap star anthem let's go
Cause bitch I'm a amazing'
Look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low, yea I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth
They ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Rose gold Audemar
Lookin' like it's miller time
Six or seven diamond chains
Who he think he Busta Rhymes
Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes
Could've done a lot of time
And I ain't never snorted shit
Put it all up on the line
Got a lot up on my mind
Got a lot up on my plate
Got to feed my hood
So I'm up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga
So I'm in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a nigga
Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe
But nuttin but banana split
Say that I'm her favourite
If you can take a lot of dick
I can talk a lot of shit
Go on baby swag it up
Show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangsta shit
Who you niggas fuckin' with
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
First I sold two mill
Then I sold another one
Told them if you pay for three
That I will front another one
Told them if they give me this
Then I'll record another one
But, if you can not give me that
Ain't no sense in callin' back
Fuck you think they sell me for
Fuck you think they find me at
Damn right I'm arrogant
I'm gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this
Gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that bitch
That bitch stacked up since 98
Let 'em talk, let 'em hate
Watch the Lincoln Navigate
If you touch 'em, wipe 'em off
Fingerprints, then take em off
I can make an avalanche and
I ain't talkin Chevy trucks
Call me Georgia lottery cause I'll
Be talkin mega bucks
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
Must of spent ten grand to
Make they coupe stand taller
First round draft pick
Yea I'm mother fuckin balla
Just write your number down
Baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now
She won't live to see tomorrow
And if she playin' with it
She won't make it thru the night
Before the song with Kanye
I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips
Yea I get my money tight
Now it's time to re up
Then I make my money white
You can catch me at my jewel
Yeah I like my money bright
You can find me at the lot
Yea I like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas
Two hundred on the dash
Yea I'm spendin' old money
Now I'm livin' in the past