Jeezy - Thug Motivation 101 lyrics

[Intro] Aye, Aye You gotta believe, you gotta believe Aye, Aye You gotta believe, you gotta believe Let's get it! [Verse 1] I used to hit the kitchen lights, co*kroaches everywhere Hit the kitchen lights: now it's marble floors, everywhere! (haha) Call the carpenter, the roof on the coupe's gone (chea) Give a f** what he sold - I'm the truth, homes (that's riiight) Kitchen's fumed up, n***as jamming 2pac (chea) Get my Benihanas on, working 2 pots (dayumm) Baby need shoes, partner need bail money Bloodhound for the bread, I just smell money You n***as just write, I recollect (recollect) Hands on, Jeezy really counted them checks (yeahhh) I'm Donald Trump in a white tee and white 1's (chea) The conversation is money: n***a, you want some? (aye) [Hook] Aye, Aye Aye, Aye You gotta believe, you gotta believe Aye You ain't never seen them pies I'm talking so much white, it'll hurt ya eyes I really lived it man Counted so much paper, it'll hurt ya hands Let's get it! [Verse 2] I'm what the streets made me, a product of my environment Took what the streets gave me: product in my environment Now it's 28 inches on the brand new Hummer Telling you right now - It's gon' be a cold summer Blew the brains out the Chevy, call it suicide It's a way of life, that's how us young n***as ridin' Trap Or Die gave 'em hope, they waiting for the sequel It's clear to see: the boy Jeezy do it for the people [Hook] Aye, Aye Aye, Aye You gotta believe, you gotta believe Aye You ain't never seen them pies I'm talking so much white, it'll hurt ya eyes I really lived it man Counted so much paper, it'll hurt ya hands Let's get it! [Verse 3] 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 dime Never lied to the people, not one time A hard head make a soft a** And hard white will get ya straight cash [Hook] Aye, Aye Aye, Aye You gotta believe, you gotta believe Aye You ain't never seen them pies I'm talking so much white, it'll hurt ya eyes I really lived it man Counted so much paper, it'll hurt ya hands