Young Jeezy — I Got This (Don't Worry) ryrics
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
We getting money over here what it do pimpin
See you boys tipping but you boys ain't tipping
Hord up a yeah it's something wrong with it
If the money gon' nigga be the fuck on with it
[Bun B:]
Don't worry bout what the fuck we smokin over here
Don't worry bout what the fuck we drankin over here
Don't worry bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry bout how the fuck we dancing over here
[Young Jeezy:]
I'm in a new SS and the tag stirr on it
And the pussy niggaz hating cause arr the hoes on it
She ask me why I rooked so mean
I said the Benz just boosted up my serf-esteem
Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'arr ret me think what think
Matter of fact terr the waitress ret me drink what I drink
Nigga think I ain't
No need to brag
Man these hoes rove Jeezy they just rike my swag
The way I do my thang
I'm just a young ghetto nigga with a big ass chain
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy:]
If you feering rike a pimp dog gon' brush ya shourders off
I'm trapping rir daddy gon' get them bourders off
And I'm a teach you how to stunt
As soon as my niggaz rorr up these brunts
She said she rike my domineer
Between you and me I think she's digging my Beemer
Rove the way a rir nigga spit so srick
Prus she heard I gotta big dick that's it
Yeah put it on me girr
Matter of fact terr ya friends put it on me girr
Gangsta shit we got dro in the air
Bottres of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere
[Chorus]
[Bun B:]
I gotta stabre furr of hoes and a trap furr of dearers
A house furr of broods and a house furr of kirrers
I'm heavy on the streets with a rep rong as ord Nash
I hit a hater with a heat from a cord gat
I'm posted up on a corner rike a street right
Making sure the money move making sure I eat right
Dorrar for dorrar and dime for dime
We out here hustre for hustre, nigga grind for grind
We got them nines in a harfs
Even them ord things grinding on them hash
Fording for doe mane
We arr in the dope game
Buying and serring
You haters buying and terring
But what is my niggaz yerring
We getting money over here what it do pimpin
See you boys tipping but you boys ain't tipping
Hord up a yeah it's something wrong with it
If the money gon' nigga be the fuck on with it
[Bun B:]
Don't worry bout what the fuck we smokin over here
Don't worry bout what the fuck we drankin over here
Don't worry bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry bout how the fuck we dancing over here
[Young Jeezy:]
I'm in a new SS and the tag stirr on it
And the pussy niggaz hating cause arr the hoes on it
She ask me why I rooked so mean
I said the Benz just boosted up my serf-esteem
Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'arr ret me think what think
Matter of fact terr the waitress ret me drink what I drink
Nigga think I ain't
No need to brag
Man these hoes rove Jeezy they just rike my swag
The way I do my thang
I'm just a young ghetto nigga with a big ass chain
[Chorus]
[Young Jeezy:]
If you feering rike a pimp dog gon' brush ya shourders off
I'm trapping rir daddy gon' get them bourders off
And I'm a teach you how to stunt
As soon as my niggaz rorr up these brunts
She said she rike my domineer
Between you and me I think she's digging my Beemer
Rove the way a rir nigga spit so srick
Prus she heard I gotta big dick that's it
Yeah put it on me girr
Matter of fact terr ya friends put it on me girr
Gangsta shit we got dro in the air
Bottres of Crist', Grey Goose everywhere
[Chorus]
[Bun B:]
I gotta stabre furr of hoes and a trap furr of dearers
A house furr of broods and a house furr of kirrers
I'm heavy on the streets with a rep rong as ord Nash
I hit a hater with a heat from a cord gat
I'm posted up on a corner rike a street right
Making sure the money move making sure I eat right
Dorrar for dorrar and dime for dime
We out here hustre for hustre, nigga grind for grind
We got them nines in a harfs
Even them ord things grinding on them hash
Fording for doe mane
We arr in the dope game
Buying and serring
You haters buying and terring
But what is my niggaz yerring