Young Jeezy - Everythang Lyrics

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[Intro]

Yeah

Wassup wassup

Count money get money count money

Wassup

Get money count money get money count money

Wassup

Get money count money

[Hook]

I used to have nothing

But now I got a whole lot of everythang

And I come through stuntin'

And now the whole world gon' know my name

And I used to have nothing

But now I got a whole lot of everythang

That's why I come through stuntin'

When I'm gone the whole world gon' know my name

[Verse 1]

12 years old caught up in that street life

I was tryna shine harder than the street lights

Ran the streets tongue-tied couldn't sleep nights

Cause when you're living wrong it's hard to sleep right

But it is what it is gotta eat right?

Cop them things they be whiter than your teeth right?

Dreamed some big things on my grandmama couch

Hid some big things at my grandmama house

Cause when you play the game every strike counts

And why they call them 8 balls if they don't bounce?

Bag full of breakdowns in the back yard

But you can't get 'em out 'til it's backed off

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[Hook]

[Verse 2]

What it do nigga? 1 triple zero

Who you be nigga? The neighborhood hero

Dope game no shame nigga more pain

Seen enough to drive a young nigga insane

From the windows of the trap see the prison bars

Flashing lights on top we call them prison cars

This for my niggas make a livin' on they mobile phone

Grind hard 'til your earrings cost a mobile home

Ain't nothin' wrong with that get your mobile on

Get the bricks butt naked get your Stroker's on

All the other bullshit I could have focused on

Said fuck that shit and kept my focus on

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Yeah they try to stop a nigga but I won't let 'em

See the wheels? How the fuck you ain't gon' sweat 'em

Bet you one thing bet you niggas won't bet 'em

G5 take off you know I'm gon' jet 'em

Road trips ain't shit you know I go get 'em

Plus my man send his check you know we gon' split 'em

Now it's so many shoes that I can't wear

From that real nigga cloth that's why you can't tell

Always knew that I'd make it out someday

Traffic jam I was going down the one-way

Twelve used to hit the block I had to run away

Now this nigga be flyer than the runway

[Hook]

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