Jeezy, Bun B, Birdman - My Tool lyrics

Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullshit or hustle money, Motherfucker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherfucker
See, we live a luxury life Don P, pearl white
Harley Davis bike nigga, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and nigga life

Bounce back, rebel
Fuck, going in a nigga's cell
I'm raising hell doing swell
Make the mil, fuck the mirror
Make the money, fuck who tells
Make the money flip the money
Nigga show and tell (yeah) from the bottom
Where the roaches at hit the light switch
Where the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella choppers
More stacks, out the back
To a bus nigga mill stack (yeah)


So she love me so I fuck her right
From the floor, no ceilings
What a hella sight
Harley Davis is a nigga bike
Eleven hundred, twelve hundred
Models every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush leather
Leather so soft, nigga do it any weather
Fly in any weather hustle in any weather
Shine in any weather

Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullshit or hustle money, Motherfucker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherfucker
See, we live a luxury life Don P, pearl white
Harley Davis bike nigga, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and nigga life

Give me my tool jizzle got it bad
He ain't no fool bitch Jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 droppin head, 26-inch mags
Stick in the back with the 100-round mag
(yeah)
Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr toilet Paper
Call me half a clip with the gasoline chaser
Fuck the hollow tips we make
The gasoline chase you smoke that fire shit
That shit'll gasoline face you
That young nigga's heartless
He's walking with a pacer
Blue and yellow 'Maro like the Indiana Pacers
Black with the red beam
My Portland Trail blazer
No playin where I'm from
We'll fucking trail blaze you
Don't love no bitch
And that's on everything I own
But I swear nigga love every
Strap I ever owned
Black head-to-toe with the Louis V holster
Straight gangster shit
I match my floco Porsche

Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullshit or hustle money, Motherfucker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherfucker
See, we live a luxury life Don P, pearl white
Harley Davis bike nigga, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and nigga life

Nigga this is G shit
Straight up out the wards
From out the back of the projects
Where niggas pull cards and
Choppers get pulled out
Like you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue water
Like we at the harbor this is my life (life)
A ghetto dream come true
Paper plates on the Benz
(Benz) , riding so new
On some 2011 shit, when I come through
Black paint, black seats
And the black rims, too
Can you see me motherfucker?
I'm creeping on the low though
In the big-body four door
With the four bar logo
Smokin' purple kush rolled up
In a damn splif getting high as
Mothafucka eagle dare drift
Ain't that some damn shit
And it's true though
But it ain't like I'm telling you
Something that you ain't knew though
So don't get it twisted like a noodle
I'll put one in your noodle
And leave a nigga twisted so what it do, Bro

Give me my tool, die for my goons
Cooked up the food got the ice for the jewels
Bullshit or hustle money, Motherfucker
Buy it ourself private Jets, motherfucker
See, we live a luxury life Don P, pearl white
Harley Davis bike nigga, mansion on sight
Do the five mikes take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes five star and nigga life