Jeezy - Chickens No Flour lyrics

This remind me of the time
I thought lost my rocks
Took my j's off and they was in my socks
Stones that big I put them in my watch
Got something for you haters and
It's in that Glock
(We cooking chickens no flour
We count the money weigh the powder)

I got my mind made I wanna be a millionaire
I got my mind made I
Take them bitches anywhere
I got pocket full of stones like I'm Bun B
I got a pocket full of phones like I'm Pimp C
What ya know snow or ghetto
More like Willie D
I park that lamb in that ghetto
Well thats silly of me (haha)
I got my backs packed yeah
I'm thinking road trip
That Mr ice Cream, rocky road trip
I'm about that Getti Green yeah
I'm bumpin Project Pat
I make it back with these blocks
I bring the projects back
So I can cop that black
Benz for them chicken heads
I'm in the club spendin' ends
Yeah that chicken bread

I'm in my 87' Swiss thats my stove swag
I whip it till it's upset
I make the stove mad
There's so much smoke up in this
Bitch man I can't see
And from a distance it look
Like I'm makin' iced tea (man you say ice t)
Everybody loves coco
When my dog was on I got them for the low low
I'm in that black on black Lamb
I call it country black
I threw them thirty's on them Lade's
Now that's my country Lac
Now what ya license plate say?
I'm standin' to tall
Now what that 40 cal say?
Bitch I will do ya'll
Is it true you be rollin'
With them chopper toys?
And everytime you in the club
You with them chopper boys?