Artist: Young Jeezy f/ Fabolous, Jadakiss Album: TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition Song: OJ Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] *whisper* Move... {Yeeaaaaaaaaah, Lil' Lody on the track~!} [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Whatchu know 'bout champagne er'ry night Bad bitches er'rywhere - Barry White Fifty things, I could bury white Countin up a million dollars er'ry night Hit the mall, blow a fo' way Kinda hard when you sleepin on Dolce Wake up, drinkin Rosé Killin that white bitch - OJ [Young Jeezy] Smokin that exotic, ridin that foreign Million dollar round trippin, I ain't talkin 'bout tourin (Nah!) Yeah, countin money 'til ya borin Man, fuck that shit~! (Jizzle, where you goin?) Ha-haaaaah! Flat screens on the wall, nigga IMAX Michael Turners on deck, nigga +half backs+ Dirty white bitch, yeah that Katt Stacks We don't sleep 'round here, we take cat naps Wesley Snipes muh'fucker, this the +Money Train+ Swear the work came faster than the money came (Daaaamn!) Sometimes the money be faster than the cars is If the feds ain't watchin then them broads is Could end anyday and you know better Now you watch the Frito-Lay, yeah you know cheddar (Yeaaaaaaah!) Double bags at the spot, luggage in the place Louis V. on deck, luggage on my waist (YEAH!) [Chorus] [Fabolous] I woke up sayin, "I ain't drinkin no mo'" Same night in the spot drinkin Coco Loso, bad bitch think she know so Got her man-cuffin nigga, think he po-po She tryna go below the belt, thinkin low blow I'm thinkin "Oh yeah," he thinkin "Oh no" I'm on my high horse, nigga thinkin Polo Got the +9+ on me so I think I'm Romo Uh, I'm about that life nigga Bring you in the game, let you meet my wife nigga Married to this shit, askin, "Am I gettin cheddar now?" They say, "I do" like a muh'fuckin wedding vow (Nice~!) That AirTran, we flyin for cheap And you niggaz sleepin on me, hope you die in yo' sleep, haha! OJ, yeah prol'ly don't get it I'm the best that ever did it and got away with it, ah! [Chorus] [Jadakiss] HA-HAAAAAAH~! Yo, you could tell he gettin money and every nigga with 'em The gloves don't fit him, so they gotta acquit him Ain't nobody seen it, but everybody heard it The whole town hatin, they waitin on a verdict Tell 'em niggaz pop off, I'm waitin on a drop-off And I ain't leavin the block 'til I knock the whole box off Yeah, takin care of the whole fam Bought the Porsche, gave the M to my old man +Mo' Money Mo' problems+, more grams More real estate, more land (yeah) At fight night I be ringside, I let them things fly Just put 1.5 under my king size (Cash) I look at the world thru a king's eyes I was born to spit bars and sling pies I ain't wealthy yet but I'm quite rich I just gotta keep killin that white bitch [Chorus]