What They Want

By Jeezy

On The Recession

Released on September 2, 2008

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[Intro]

I told ya'll niggas I was comin back hard nigga

Oh you ain't hear this shit since "Thug Motivation" nigga

Hey hey hey


[Verse 1]

Hoes ain't shit, and money ain't nothin

And if I nothing then it gotta be something

And if it ain't something then it gotta be nothing

If he ain't showed the cash then he gotta be bluffin

My dog hit me up, he say he got a lick

Gotta bad jump shot so he might shoot a brick

Talkin' reckless on my line, that's a technical foul

Don't know what the fuck you talkin about, I'm hangin up right now

Nigga you ain't Nick Cannon and this ain't wildin' out

I'm playin' my position, I ain't tryna foul out

Instant replay, yeah we bout to find out

Hey where the referee, I need to call a time out

You know


[Hook]

If young is what they want

Then young is what they gettin'

They ask me what I do I tell 'em teachin for a livin

What you say nigga?

And I can show you how to make mill right now

And I can show you how to make a mill right now

If young is what they want

Then young is what they gettin'

They ask me what I do I tell 'em teachin for a livin

What you say nigga?

And I can show you how to make mill right now

And I can show you how to make a mill right now


[Verse 2]

Say he just touched down, and he need a touchdown

Second time he called today, think he goin' all the way

36 yard line, we goin' for the first down

Fed's playin' defence, everytime they come around

We goin' to the Super Bowl, if I make this field goal

I understand you gotta be, laymen's terms he need a three

He trippin about that extra point, that means he want a extra joint

Make sure you bring my extra cash, next time I see your extra ass

Huddle up, call the play, yeah I'm playin' quarterback

4 way, 2 way, bet I bring a quarter back

Weigh it up, bag it up, pass it to my running back

A dollar short on my pay, that's a flag on its way

You know


[Hook]


[Verse 3]

Ninth innin' bases loaded I'm goin' for the grand slam

Tax free, tax free, I ain't givin' shit to Uncle Sam

Youngin playin softball, you playin softball

Yeah I'm playin softball, the same color as golf balls

Catch me in the out field, that's a whole lotta of grass

Tryna buy the franchise, that's a whole lotta cash

Damn right I'm saving up, think I'mma buy the team

Watch me get my bounty on, tryin to get my money clean

Focus quick watch the pitch can't afford another strike

If I can make it through this, shit then I can play another night

Money right, money right, gotta get my money right

But first I gotta get these O's so make sure you wrap em right


[Hook]