Jeezy - Wit Me lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[Jeezy - Wit Me lyrics]
I’mma ball till I fall
Till you haters come get me
Do one for my nigga
Drive the Chevy like a Bentley
Speed limit a buck twenty
But he doing two fifty top down, money up
What he screaming? Fuck with me
Fuck with me, fuck with me
(let’s get this money)
Fuck with me, fuck with me
(let’s get this money)
You know I used to drive
My Chevy like a Bentley
If you talking bout your money
My nigga fuck with me
Fuck with a nigga, yeah ain’t shit changed
In something half a ticket, top down
Switching lanes still living sucker free
You know how I feel about lames
Had to drop a few niggas
Y’all ain’t feeling my pain
I see envy in their eyes I
See jealousy in their hearts
I ain’t see em when I was
Hiding 8 balls in the yard
Penitentiary chest, posted up in the trenches
Talking with the tools
Yeah the hammers and the wrenches
Got the ground up, when I’m in traffic
Putting on a show
When you done nigga I’m clapping
I mix with water with the yola, arm hammer
Made a boulder you think you’re paid a lot
Wait until you hear the motor
Wrap it up, delta dash, Ziploc and Saran that
Got one question for you
Nigga where them rubber bands at?
Niggas talking that rich shit
I’m tryna be wealthy
Be around the spinach so that’s
Why I’m eating healthy
Yeah we eating good, whole foods, no rice boy
32 millimeter, see it no ice boy
I’m living like I’m bullet proof
Makaveli ricochet
Life served me lemons nigga
So I made some lemonade
All because I sold a little raw together
Yeah that notebook
Got these motherfuckers acting like
They really know you
That was 04, ain’t nothing stay the same
Tunnel vision to the money
Longer than a train
Till you haters come get me
Do one for my nigga
Drive the Chevy like a Bentley
Speed limit a buck twenty
But he doing two fifty top down, money up
What he screaming? Fuck with me
Fuck with me, fuck with me
(let’s get this money)
Fuck with me, fuck with me
(let’s get this money)
You know I used to drive
My Chevy like a Bentley
If you talking bout your money
My nigga fuck with me
Fuck with a nigga, yeah ain’t shit changed
In something half a ticket, top down
Switching lanes still living sucker free
You know how I feel about lames
Had to drop a few niggas
Y’all ain’t feeling my pain
I see envy in their eyes I
See jealousy in their hearts
I ain’t see em when I was
Hiding 8 balls in the yard
Penitentiary chest, posted up in the trenches
Talking with the tools
Yeah the hammers and the wrenches
Got the ground up, when I’m in traffic
Putting on a show
When you done nigga I’m clapping
I mix with water with the yola, arm hammer
Made a boulder you think you’re paid a lot
Wait until you hear the motor
Wrap it up, delta dash, Ziploc and Saran that
Got one question for you
Nigga where them rubber bands at?
Niggas talking that rich shit
I’m tryna be wealthy
Be around the spinach so that’s
Why I’m eating healthy
Yeah we eating good, whole foods, no rice boy
32 millimeter, see it no ice boy
I’m living like I’m bullet proof
Makaveli ricochet
Life served me lemons nigga
So I made some lemonade
All because I sold a little raw together
Yeah that notebook
Got these motherfuckers acting like
They really know you
That was 04, ain’t nothing stay the same
Tunnel vision to the money
Longer than a train