Getcha Some Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
You fly, playboy
Not as fly as me
[?]
[?] we ain't gotta clap bout it
[?] rap bout it
Want some money, I come to your trap bout it
34, Imma bust the strap out it
That gangsta sh*t, don't know how to act bout it
You want some salt? I cook some crack bout it
Baking soda all in the pot with it
If you want me, playboy you can come get it
All I do is talk sh*t and bust heads with it
In the street, playboy the feds with it
Y'all n*ggas be acting like some b*tches with it
Get caught, turn state like some snitches with it
I know you fake, you ain't gotta flow bout it
Any disrespect, you gon know bout it

[Chorus: Ms. Peaches and Jeezy]
Before you knew what to do, I was doing it
Make a motherf*cker sick like the flew with it
What the f*ck you laughing at n*gga? Ain't sh*t funny
You ignerint ass n*ggas need to getcha some money

[Verse 2: Ms. Peaches and Jeezy]
I don't mean to be braggen
But them G's keep my pants saggin
I got an ass fat like Biggi
[?] get my shine on [?]
Plus I got a grand for the matching boots
If it's shady, I got my 45 that Imma shoot
I confessed it
Too many n*ggas that wanna test this
I'm the number 1 stuntress
Number 1 down b*tch
Don't come with the soft sh*t
You know I'm down for traffiking bricks
All I think about is licks
How many licks will it take?
You got to get together and wait
Gots n*ggas that I gots to break
For this chetter, I want it all, from your platnom necklace to your Gucci sweater
This my ocupation forever
Imma pimp you, Ms. Peaches
Neva!
[Chorus: Ms. Peaches and Jeezy]
Before you knew what to do, I was doing it
Make a motherf*cker sick like the flew with it
What the f*ck you laughing at n*gga? Ain't sh*t funny
You ignerint ass n*ggas need to getcha some money

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
OK f*ckboy, gotta get it straight
I
I hit the block, and I flip weight
Young country n*gga, but I flip cake
n*gga, I'm killing everything
[?], n*gga, Imma let my nuts hang
Ain't no telling how many K's I might bring
And for you gay ass n*ggas tryna steal my flow
Imma tell you like this, but you already know
This my last motherf*ckin time tellin your ass
[?] gon be smelling your ass
n*ggas say they gon rob me, but I don't see it
I'm strapped in this booth, come at me right now

[Chorus: Ms. Peaches and Jeezy]
Before you knew what to do, I was doing it
Make a motherf*cker sick like the flew with it
What the f*ck you laughing at n*gga? Ain't sh*t funny
You ignerint ass n*ggas need to getcha some money