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letra de me money - jeezy

[intro: jeezy & lil flip]
aye, young jeezy
we ’bout that money, man
we ’bout that money, man
but, don’t play with it, n-gga
i say, na na-
aye, this for you f-ck n-ggas
playing with a n-gga change and sh-t
know you owe a n-gga, re’ing up with a n-gga change
won’t answer the phone and sh-t, man
’till a n-gga come see ’bout your ass, know i’m talkin’ ’bout

[chorus: jeezy]
i said i’m dead ass serious, dog
ain’t nothing funny
on the real, lil n-gga
don’t be playing with me money!
i got carbine-15″, i put some off in your tummy
on the real, play boy
don’t be playing with me money!
i front a lot of k!llers work, they ain’t took none from me
on the real, lil daddy
don’t be playing with me money!
sh-t, i know what you owe me, dog
i ain’t no dummy
on the real, lil n-gga
don’t be playing with me money!
[verse: jeezy]
if it ain’t one thing, it’s the mother f-cking other
don’t k!ll your mama, daddy, sister and your brother
and you know you dead wrong-
’cause you ain’t been out on the scene
but i hear you in your hood, smoking good and riding clean
so, now it’s gun play and you n-ggas want to tell?
can’t find your little brother?
we sending fingers in the mail
me and my potnas at your mama house, with two or three k’s
i gave you some work
and i ain’t heard from him in two or three days
look, if ya’ll want to help him
look, that’s on ya’ll, you p-ssy ass n-gga
you should’ve been answering my phone calls
either ya’ll send him out, or we sending slugs in
when we hit one of you b-tches, we’ll see who the thugs then

[chorus: jeezy]
i said i’m dead ass serious, dog
ain’t nothing funny
on the real, lil n-gga
don’t be playing with me money!
i got carbine-15″, i put some off in your tummy
on the real, play boy
don’t be playing with me money!
i front a lot of k!llers work, they ain’t took none from me
on the real, lil daddy
don’t be playing with me money!
sh-t, i know what you owe me, dog
i ain’t no dummy
on the real, lil n-gga
don’t be playing with me money!
[verse 2: lil flip]
i ain’t mike, i don’t play with the kids
i just load the calico’s and come spray at your crib
i’m trying to break every rib, i’m trying to crush every bone
and if you playing with my paper,-
then i’m running in your home
with desert eagles and choppers
tell them to call the doctor
i’m from the land of the trill, hand me the steel, n-gga
’cause i don’t take sh-t, i just bake bricks
i repre-sent, the “screwed-up” clique
i got spinners on my vehicle, with bass in the trunk
you think we all talk, until we in your face with a pump
“ogh”, don’t act like a b-tch now
what happened to the tough talk?
see, n-ggas like you, always getting f-cked out

- jeezy

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