Jeezy - Dead Or Alive lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[Jeezy - Dead Or Alive lyrics]
They want it, I got it
Damn right I'ma flaunt it
Do anything you want, just don't get up on it
Them OG's raised me
You know them streets made me
Equipped with the gator
Drive these young bitches crazy
Baby that's crazy
Work match a straight jacket
We stack it all up
And then we Greenbay pack it
Never in ya life seen this many rubber bands
Ye ain't never in ya life
Seen this many hundred grands
Not even in the bank
You ain't seen this money man
And so I would assume
That you was in the room
Money so dirty gotta sweep it with a broom
Plus you got a nigga trickin' early afternoon
Go hard on my liver
Feel sorry for my bladder
I stop when I die, bitch it don't even matter
Dead or alive, bet I'm in ya top five
Even ask ya hoe, bet I'm in ya bitch ride
Everybody be cool, I ain't tryna make a scene
First new Camaro that the city's ever seen
And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin'
I ain't got a bitch
So I treat her like my woman
I tell her slow down, now baby speed up
Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us
Red, white and blue stones
Yeah them chains like Haiti
Sak pase, I gave my jeweler a buck eighty
My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay
That's why my crib lookin'
Like a postcard baby
Tell 'em what you think of me, so far lady
Clip so long it need a chauffeur baby
Go hard on my liver
Feel sorry for my bladder
I stop when I die, bitch it don't even matter
Dead or alive, bet I'm in ya top five
Even ask ya hoe, bet I'm in ya bitch ride
Everybody be cool, I ain't tryna make a scene
First new Camaro that the city's ever seen
And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin'
I ain't got a bitch
So I treat her like my woman
I tell her slow down, now baby speed up
Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us
Red, white and blue stones
Yeah them chains like Haiti
Sak pase, I gave my jeweler a buck eighty
My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay
Damn right I'ma flaunt it
Do anything you want, just don't get up on it
Them OG's raised me
You know them streets made me
Equipped with the gator
Drive these young bitches crazy
Baby that's crazy
Work match a straight jacket
We stack it all up
And then we Greenbay pack it
Never in ya life seen this many rubber bands
Ye ain't never in ya life
Seen this many hundred grands
Not even in the bank
You ain't seen this money man
And so I would assume
That you was in the room
Money so dirty gotta sweep it with a broom
Plus you got a nigga trickin' early afternoon
Go hard on my liver
Feel sorry for my bladder
I stop when I die, bitch it don't even matter
Dead or alive, bet I'm in ya top five
Even ask ya hoe, bet I'm in ya bitch ride
Everybody be cool, I ain't tryna make a scene
First new Camaro that the city's ever seen
And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin'
I ain't got a bitch
So I treat her like my woman
I tell her slow down, now baby speed up
Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us
Red, white and blue stones
Yeah them chains like Haiti
Sak pase, I gave my jeweler a buck eighty
My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay
That's why my crib lookin'
Like a postcard baby
Tell 'em what you think of me, so far lady
Clip so long it need a chauffeur baby
Go hard on my liver
Feel sorry for my bladder
I stop when I die, bitch it don't even matter
Dead or alive, bet I'm in ya top five
Even ask ya hoe, bet I'm in ya bitch ride
Everybody be cool, I ain't tryna make a scene
First new Camaro that the city's ever seen
And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin'
I ain't got a bitch
So I treat her like my woman
I tell her slow down, now baby speed up
Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us
Red, white and blue stones
Yeah them chains like Haiti
Sak pase, I gave my jeweler a buck eighty
My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay