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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Demetrius Stewart
Demetrius Stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shawty Redd
Shawty Redd
Producer
Daniel Watson
Daniel Watson
Recording Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Heard the streets is talkin' to them bitches, I'm listenin'
Y'all gon' make me whip a quarter mil up with my wrist
Shawty Redd got the beat bangin' Snow back on his Snow shit
The way I feel, ****, I might just call up my old bitch
Lexus coupe, bubble eye, I was payin' twenty-four
Transaction at the car wash across from the store
That was off of Candler Road near the South Dekalb Mall
Back when me and shawty hit up
T's and have a damn ball
That's 'bout the time I bought a coupe just hang up out the roof
Then have some hoes on
Madden Ave can duck and block, that boy the truth
Then I picked that Bentley up 'cause frankly I ain't give a fuck
Snow pursue that rappin' shit, your name is hot, you blowin' up
That **** Puff hit me up, a young **** signed to Bad Boy
If Jeezy had a bag back then, call me the bag boy
Hey, they was in them Breitlings, but your boy was in that Roley
Who else gon' talk them chickens like he workin' at Chipotle
[Verse 2]
If you're really 'bout your issue, three fingers in the air
If you got your pistol with you, three fingers in the air
If you're really ridin' foreign, three fingers in the air
Gettin' paper like you're tourin', three fingers in the air
And all my real bitches, three fingers in the air
Won't affiliate with snitches, three fingers in the air
My young **** ridin' leather, three fingers in the air
Ice it up and change the weather, three fingers in the air, yeah
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I paid dues, lawyer fees and drivers
Had the rental so long, I had to buy XL tires
Got popped in jack town, went a little off the road
My **** Vuracini had to come and bail me out
Well, if they can find two mil, bitch, y'all know that was three
Lime green Murcielago, y'all know that was me
I had so many Lamb's that I'm Lambo'd out
I'ma have to buy a Cutlass I done already had
See I wear my Jacob to my first meetin' at Def Jam
Walked in and told L.A. Reid, you see it
Bald head, top down on Collins, I'm 2Pacin
They'll never find my prints on them units, I'm tube sockin'
[Verse 4]
If you're really 'bout your issue, three fingers in the air
If you got your pistol with you, three fingers in the air
If you're really ridin' foreign, three fingers in the air
Gettin' paper like you're tourin', three fingers in the air, yeah
And all my real bitches, three fingers in the air
Won't affiliate with snitches, three fingers in the air
My young **** ridin' leather, three fingers in the air
Ice it up and change weather bring fingers in the air, yeah
Written by: D. Stewart, Demetrius Steward, Jay Jenkins
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