Young Jeezy

Young Jeezy - What They Want lyrics

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[Intro]

I told ya'll niggas I was gonna come back hard man

You ain't heard this shit since thug motivation okay

Hey hey hey



[Verse 1]

Hoes ain't shit, the money ain't nothing

And if I nothing then it gotta be something

And if it ain't something then it gotta be nothing

And if he ain't showed the cash then he gotta be bluffin'

My dog hit me up, he said he gotta lick

He gotta bad jump shot, so he might shoot a brick

Talkin' reckless on my line, now that's a technical foul

Don't know what the fuck I'm talkin' bout, I'm hangin' up right now

Nigga you ain't Nick Cannon and this ain't wildin' out

I'm playin' my position, I ain't tryna foul out

Instant replay, yeah we bout to find out

Hey where the referee, I need to call a time out

You know



[Chorus]

If young is what they want

Then young is what they gettin'

They ask me what I do and I say teachin' for a livin'

What you say nigga?

And I can show you how to make mill right now

And I can show you how to make a mill right now

If young is what they want

Then young is what they gettin'

They ask me what I do and I say teachin' for a livin'

What you say nigga?

And I can show you how to make mill right now

And I can show you how to make a mill right now



[Verse 2]

Said he just touched down, and he need a touchdown

Second time he called today, I think he goin' all the way

36 yard line, we goin' for the first down

Fed's playin' defence, everytime they come around

We goin' to the Super Bowl, if I make this field goal

I understand you got me round this time we need a 3

He trippin' bout that extra point, that means he want that extra joint

Then chill and bring my extra cash, next time I see ya extra ass

Huddle up, call the play, yeah I'm playin' quarterback

4 way, 2way, but I bring a quarter back

Weigh it up, bag it up, pass it to my running back

My dog short on my pay that's a flag

You know



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Ninth innin' bases loaded I'm goin' for the grand slam

Tax free, tax free ain't givin' shit to uncle sam

Yeah, we playin' softball, we playin' softball

Yeah I'm playin softball, the color golf balls

Catch me in the out field, that's a whole lotta of grass

Tryna buy the franchise, that's a whole lotta cash

Damn right I'm savin' up, think I might buy the team

Once I get my bounty up, tryna get my money clean

Focus quick watch the pitch can't afford another strike 

If I can make it through this, shit then I can play another night

Money right, money right, I gotta get my money right

First I gotta get these O's so make sure you wrap 'em tight



[Chorus]







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