Jeezy Flow ft. B. Lewie & FatRay100 Lyrics

I'm tryna get that Zuckerberg and that Bezos money

Niggas thirty and put up ten, that ain't no money

Run off, we knock your son off, you ain't no dummy

I got niggas takin' packs, but it ain't no honey

I was in love with the streets, then we got a divorce

I got tired of fightin' cases, in and out of the courts

I done seen niggas make a hundred right on the porch

Leave that bitch with more coke than you could possibly snort

Enough with the Jeezy flow

I treat the Glock like the shirt on a fat bitch, I leave it on

Ain't tryna fuck, leave me 'lone

My youngin' keep a iPhone charger on him, get your Kia stole

And bitch yo' people really bold

Bitch name Mercedes, but she built like a Kia Soul

Every window get tinted on

Shit, I can't be no nigga out in traffic that you get up on

I'm tryna get that Rockefeller and that Elon pape

Y'all niggas scared, but we beyond straight

Came a long way from them Nissans

OG was playin' with them pies, wasn't key lime

Love my hood to death, but I can't die over no street sign

I'd rather be in Coast Ri-, shitin', I need potpourri

Plug got a play, it got me anxious, I can't go to sleep

Youngin' slide down, a sweep yo' block up, they got OCD

I watch Cuzzo turn a Nokia to a Samsung

He had a Meech plug back when we was wearin' AND1s

The way baby blew me had to put her in the fan club

You would think my dick do comedy the way it stand up

Eh, I'm not a funny guy

You wanna hear a joke, bitch, I'm broke, that's my funny side

For them dark times, I told baby, cook em sunny-side

Now it's five stars, steak and shrimp, I told him, butterfly it

I'm tryna Bernie Madoff into some Arnault check

I'm good everywhere west of where Harpo's at

See em tryna run off, we get em walked right back

You'd think it's blowin' in the wind the way I lost my hat

Chop shop, hopscotch, get him chalked like that

I know the lingo and the language, they don't talk like that

Think she bout to be my bitch, you gotta bark right back

That title comin' with a lien like it's a car note check

Until our childs and Rothschilds can't see the difference, nigga

I can get the wholesale and then bring the shippin' with it

If I don't start, I'm off the bench when we can switch a nigga

Money talk, make sure all them songs still got the instrumentals

I can't retire right now, this a felony amount

I'm thinkin' 401Ks and Fidelity accounts

Soon as paper comin' in, I see the jealousy come out

Foot in the game, Tamia hustle, got me steppin' in and out, what's up