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Ay, ay, but you gotta believe, but you gotta believe
Ay, ay, but you gotta believe, but you gotta believe, let's get it

I used to hit the kitchen lights cockroaches everywhere
Hit the kitchen lights now it's marble floors everywhere
Call the carpenter the roof on the coups gone
Give a fuck what he sold I'm the truth holms

Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2Pac
Get my Billy Hondas on working two pots
Baby need shoes partner need bail money
Blood hound for the bread I just smell money

You niggas just write I recollect
Hands on Jeezy really counted them checks
I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones
The conversation is money nigga, you want some?

Ay, ay, ay but you gotta believe, ay, but you gotta believe
Ay, you ain't never seen them pies
I'm talking so much white it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper
It'll hurt your hands, let's get it

I'm what the streets made me a product of my environment
So what the streets gave me, product of my environment
Now its 28 inches on a brand new hummer
Telling you right now it's gone be a cold summer

Blew the brains out the Chevy call it suicide
It's a way of life that's how us young niggas ride
Trap or die gave 'em hope they waiting on the sequel
It's clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people

Ay, ay, ay but you gotta believe, ay, but you gotta believe
Ay, you ain't never seen them pies
I'm talking so much white it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper
It'll hurt your hands, let's get it

I'm the author of the book, yeah a genius wrote it
There's a message in my words you gotta decode it
I seen it all every gram every bird
I spit the truth every noun every verb

I never exaggerated one line one time
Never lied to the people not one time
A hard head make a soft ass, ay
And hard white it get you straight cash

Ay, ay, ay but you gotta believe, ay, but you gotta believe
Ay, you ain't never seen them pies
I'm talking so much white it'll hurt your eyes
I really lived it man counting so much paper
It'll hurt your hands
Ay, ay, but you gotta believe, but you gotta believe   Ay, ay, but you gotta believe, but you gotta believe, let's get it      I used to hit the kitchen lights cockroaches everywhere   Hit the kitchen lights now it's marble floors everywhere   Call the carpenter the roof on the coups gone   Give a fuck what he sold I'm the truth holms      Kitchen fumed up, niggas jamming 2Pac   Get my Billy Hondas on working two pots   Baby need shoes partner need bail money   Blood hound for the bread I just smell money      You niggas just write I recollect   Hands on Jeezy really counted them checks   I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white ones   The conversation is money nigga, you want some?      Ay, ay, ay but you gotta believe, ay, but you gotta believe   Ay, you ain't never seen them pies   I'm talking so much white it'll hurt your eyes   I really lived it man counting so much paper   It'll hurt your hands, let's get it      I'm what the streets made me a product of my environment   So what the streets gave me, product of my environment   Now its 28 inches on a brand new hummer   Telling you right now it's gone be a cold summer      Blew the brains out the Chevy call it suicide   It's a way of life that's how us young niggas ride   Trap or die gave 'em hope they waiting on the sequel   It's clear to see the boy Jeezy do it for the people      Ay, ay, ay but you gotta believe, ay, but you gotta believe   Ay, you ain't never seen them pies   I'm talking so much white it'll hurt your eyes   I really lived it man counting so much paper   It'll hurt your hands, let's get it      I'm the author of the book, yeah a genius wrote it   There's a message in my words you gotta decode it   I seen it all every gram every bird   I spit the truth every noun every verb      I never exaggerated one line one time   Never lied to the people not one time   A hard head make a soft ass, ay   And hard white it get you straight cash      Ay, ay, ay but you gotta believe, ay, but you gotta believe   Ay, you ain't never seen them pies   I'm talking so much white it'll hurt your eyes   I really lived it man counting so much paper   It'll hurt your hands