Fabolous Do The Damn Thing Lyrics

Look, I can see them n____s stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
Look, lo-lo look
Look, lo-lo look
Look, look

[Verse 1-Fabolous]
It's no love for the other side, f___ all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a n____ brought grey plaques in
So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you n____s lay back then
Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't a d___ thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do the d___ thang money
I keep it comin with bottles of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich b____, ballin just a hobby for me

[Chorus-Young Jeezy]
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So f___ what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy
Do the d___ thang, do the d___ thang
A n____ might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the d___ thang money, heeyy
Do the d___ thang, do the d___ thang

[Verse 2-Young Jeezy]
My phone is tapped and so is my livin room
We cant hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand fo,
Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando
On that Remy Martin, n____ matta fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em lean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin bullets like he in the matrix
Ye'aint strapped and ya better dip
Carbin 15, got six clips
Pilsbury n____, got a lotta dough
Call me Boston George, got a lotta blow
They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my d___ chain
It ain't hard to tell, I do the d___ thang


[Verse 3-Fabolous]
You hatin instead of participatin with them boys
You skatin on them 22 datins like them boys
I'm hatin that they communicatin with them boys
I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that s___
They see a n____ stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand thats phone booth thick
Cuz I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good b____
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
And get ridda that s___ spitta, get wit her, s___ gitter
sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't b____ chitter
My style fit wit her
I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When im in the six with her
So im in a mix with her
Fourty four six with her
And I'm higher than a m_________er
But a n____ try then he gon die in this m_________er


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