Fabolous Lyrics

Album: Real Talk

Do The Damn Thang

[Intro]

 Look, I can see them niggas 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, fuck 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 nigga brought grey plaques in

 So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then

 Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz

 Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny

 I keep a pocket fulla do the damn 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 bitch, ballin just a hobby for me

 

 [Chorus-Young Jeezy]

 I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze

 So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy

 Do the damn thang, do the damn thang

 A nigga might grin but it ain't still funny

 Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy

 Do the damn thang, do the damn 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, nigga 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

 Jeans strapped and ya better dip

 Carvin 15, got six clips

 Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough

 Call me bossan george, got a lotta hoes

 They place orders, so I bake cakes

 I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight

 You see the diamonds in my damn chain

 It ain't hard to tell, I do the damn thang

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3-Fabolous]

 You waitin 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 shit

 They see a nigga 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 bitch

 And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch

 And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter

 sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch 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 motherfucker

 But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker

 

 [Chorus]