What They Want Lyrics

Young Jeezy

The Recession

Lyrics to What They Want
What They Want Video:
[Spoken:]
I told ya'll nigga's I was gonna come back hard man
You ain't heard this Sh*t since thug motivation okay
Hey hey hey

[Verse 1:]
Hoes ain't sh*t
The money ain't nothing
And if I nothing then it gotta be something
And if it ain't something then it gotta be nothing
And if he ain't showed the cash then he gotta be bluffin'
My dog hit me up he said he gotta lick he gotta bad jump shot so
He might shoot a brick
Talkin reckless on my line now that's a tecnical foul
Don't know what the fu*k I'm talkin' bout 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

[Chorus:]
If young is what they want
Then young is what they gettin'
They ask me what I do and I say 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 and I say 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
YOUNG

[Verse 2:]
Said he just touched down
And he needa touch down
Second time he called today I 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 supabowl if I make this field goal
I understand you got me round this time we need a 3
He trippin' bout that extra point that means he want that extra joint
Then chill and bring my extra cash next time I see ya extra ass
Huddle up call the play yeah I'm playin' quaterback
4 way 2way bte I bring a quater back
Weigh it up bag it up pass it to my runnin' back
My dog short on my pay that's a flag
You know

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Ninth innin' bases loaded I'm goin' for the grand slam
Tax free tax free ain't givin' sh*t to uncle sam
Yeah we playin' softball we playin' softball
Yeah I'm playin softball the color golf balls
Catch me in the out field that's a whole lotta of grass
Tryna buy the frachise that's a whole lotta cash
Damn right I'm savin' up think I might buy the team once I get my bounty up
Tryna get my money clean
Focus quick watch the pitch can't afford anothe strike if I can make it through this
Sh*t then I can play another night
Money right money right I gotta get my money right
First I gotta get these o's so make sure you wrap em tight

[Chorus]
Songwriters: Jenkins, Jay / Sewell, Tracey
Publisher: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC
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