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my money - jeezy lyrics

[intro]
folk, drop that sh*t n*gga! straight exclusive!
i just want my money
and i ain’t got time to worry bout another n*gga cause
chase around another n*gga broad (i just want my money)
cartel, meets your connect

[hook]
and i ain’t got time to worry bout another n*gga bag
or worry bout another n*gga cash
i just want my money (my money)
i just want my money

[verse 1]
i ain’t the type to bring my dice to the chess game
i am the type to part myself [?] (woo!)
in that blue thang, [?]
every time i hit the clubs i see blue flames
[?] the bouncers in the [?]
small n*gga, big chain, nothing else about it
take it back to one tweezy
i bet you see jeezy
boy i’m there all day n*gga ask the valet
on mondays, to the gentleman’s club
redbone, thick waist yeah, i think i’m in love
she f*ckin with some old n*gga, i think he the plug
connects og or sh*t, [?]
x rated, [?]
[?] i ain’t got nothin on me
you hear these weak n*ggas with all these false promotions?
streets tired of fake sh*t, i second the [?] trappin’ ain’t dead!
[hook]
and i ain’t got time to worry bout another n*gga bag
or worry bout another n*gga cash
i just want my money (my money)
and i ain’t got time to worry bout another n*gga grind
or what’s on another n*gga mind
i just want my money (my money)
i just want my money these n*ggas just scared

[verse]
i coach it like i know it, eyes on the target
real d*boy, you n*ggas is decoys
[?] n*gga, i’m ready to deploy
the homie 40 said, “man it could be the elroy’s”
could be the big boys, federal agents
i’m talking discoveries, them federal pages
one time for my n*ggas off in them federal cages, took them real n*ggas chances for them federal wages
he half way home, he in the halfway house
no matter what they think, god d*mn it you tried
and if your judge tell you different, god d*mn he lied
and if your broad don’t hold you down, then god d*mn it she fired
cartel!

[hook]
and i ain’t got time to worry bout another n*gga bag
or worry bout another n*gga cash
i just want my money (my money)
and i ain’t got time to worry bout another n*gga grind
or what’s on another n*gga mind
i just want my money (my money)
i just want my money meets your connect, motherf*cker
[verse]
miss the impossible, because nothing is impossible
seeing is believing n*gga, anything is possible
now let’s be logical, i’m talking logistics
you said you sold; what, where? god d*mn, i missed it
see them in the magazine, i’ve never seen them at the [?]
see them in the video, i’ve never seen them in the [?]
bet his baby momma never ever seen him with a broad
i bet them n*ggas in his hood never seen him for a god
[?] my name in the [?]
and i’ve been doin this since flip flop, paper flakes
i told him, “listen here buddy, here and my folks, we do [?]”
he ask me how i know, i say, “you can’t see them plates n*gga?”

- jeezy lyrics

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