Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm a G Too, artist - Young Jeezy. Album song I Am the Street Dream, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.06.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
I'm a G Too |
What the fuck am I doing |
Wake up in the morning who the fuck am I screwing |
My partner on brown and you know I’m on white |
You know its going down, I can do this all night |
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters |
Money over bitches two times for the fakers |
'Cause even in the dark, baby I’mma shine bright |
I’m way too gone, the best night of my life |
Look, yeah, I said g-g-go DJ |
See you got the Jizzle on replay |
Just keep that Jizzle on repeat |
It’s about the time everybody screams «Free Meech!» |
Let’s take your bitch ass back to o five |
Close your eyes, take a rough nigga look, Atlanta lights |
Club vision, PJ in my hand, I’m on the couch |
Man this nigga Meech just blew a quarter mil, he bought a house |
Man you niggas gonna lace up your sneaks? |
It’s time to ball |
Presidential at the Swiss Hotel, makin' come alls |
Posted up, all black in the back, a hundred deep |
A hundred coupes posted up in the front, two-hundred seats |
Man somebody call the IRS, too many lambos |
I’m talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle |
Them other niggas fakin and flaugin' |
Man them real niggas do real things, let’s drink to that! |
I’m way too gone, what the fuck am I doing |
Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing |
My partner on brown and you know I’m on white |
You know its going down, I can do this all night |
Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters |
Money over bitches two times for the fakers |
'Cause even in the dark, baby I’mma shine bright |
I’m way too gone, the best night of my life |
I said I’m gone! |
I’m going going gone! |
Way this night going, man I won’t make it home |
I’mma wake up in the room, wake up with a hangover |
What I spent last night I could’ve bought a Range Rover |
Got my Ray-bans on, yeah I see you haters |
Keep doing what you doing, cause I need you haters |
Say whats up to long stick, you can call it strong |
If I had to name my money baby, I would call it long |
Said I’m way too gone, I don’t see nobody |
I ain’t even on the bill, I’m acting like it’s my party |
Smell like I’m on fire, oh I’m just that hot |
If I smoke another blunt, yeah I swear I’m gonna die |
You can call the weed man, tell him bring another six |
Yeah I know he just left, he gotta make another trip |
So hot in here, feel like I’m gon' faint |
Even though I’m past my limit, still think I’m gonna drink |
I woke up early this morning |
With three white girls wanna keep bonin' |
I’m blowing money fast, so caught up in the moment |
One time for the marks, two times for my homies |
I’m a rock star every night, I’m a astronaut outta sight |
Put Codeine in my Sprite, my wrist is full of ice |
Don’t even know her name, just so caught in the hype |
It’s OK baby, 'cause I’m a millionaire for life |
I got bitches on my payroll, they come like Vanna White |
On my Ethopia, we in Vegas so icy |
Got a girl at home, I know I’m wrong it feels so right |
On the first road, young i hope I roll on the second |
We in the club with thugs, this must be heaven |