Jeezy - Just Like That lyrics

[Intro: Young Jeezy - talking] (Bun B) (Hahaha), yeah, (just like that) Yeah, that real sh** n***a Yeah, Bizzle, Jizzle, H-Town Bun (what's up?) You had to go f** with ya homie, right? (you know it G) No easy a** n***as 'Bout that! (G-A to P-A) 'Bout that sh** n***a, yeah, let's go Yeah we 'bout that (let's go!) [Hook: Young Jeezy] See y'all gon' give me my respect, cause I earned that Even though it's 6 bands a pound, we still burn that New Benz with the gla** top; yeah, we drove those (those) Know them things come out them gla** pots? Yeah, we sold those Just like that, yeah you know we 'bout that Just like that, you know we 'bout that Just like that, yeah you know we 'bout that I said we 'bout that, yeah you know we 'bout that [Verse 1: Bun B] Say mayne I'm cleaner than a whistle, n***a sharper than a sickle (sickle) My Cadillac is candy and my Desert Eagle nickel (nickel) Plated n***as hate it (hate it), there's nothin they can say though When I hit 'em with the pressure (pressure), they leakin out the Play-Doh (Play-Doh) From way back in the day yo (day yo), they know I put it down Had a +Pocket Full of Stones+, got to sewin up the town (town) Been at it since the '90's in the ghetto with them pounds And them bricks, hittin licks and fillin heaters with them rounds Paid the cost to be the boss, I can show ya the receipt for it Trillest in the game, every n***a in the streets know it (fo' sho') Bun B and Jizzle back to business cause the sign on (the dough) That's what the f** we got our mind on, so grind on (let's go) [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Sometimes I ask myself, say Jizzle how ya doin? (doin) Yeah you know you be about the money you persuin (persuin) Persue that paper like a yellow b**h from H-Town (H-Town, yeah) Just take off the yellow tape (yeah, yeah), now ya sellin H-Towns (yeah) Watch the beat break down (down), long way from breakdown On my way to A-Town, long way from H-Town (haha) b**h I'm 'bout that, b**h you know I'm 'bout that ('bout that) They say they 'bout that ('bout that) but I really doubt that (yeeeah) You know I live this (live this), love this (love this), thug sh** (thug sh**) Did a song with Kanye, still talkin drug sh** (drug sh**) Even though it's drug sh** (drug sh**), still make the club sh** (club sh**) b**h you know I'm 'bout that ('bout that) and them b**hes love this [Hook] [Verse 3: Bun B] That's right, my mind is on my money and my fingers on a fat knot Eyes is wide open and my ears is to the blacktop Came up in the trap spot, posted with that crack rock From the streets to the studio, now I got this rap locked (locked) Back then they didn't want me (want me) but now they all up on me (on me) Big licks they fall up on me, dime b**hes crawl up on me Yeah, I used to call ya homie (homie), now we just acquaintances ('ces) You broke the G-code n***a, you need gangsta maintenance Step ya game up, matter fact, get a escalator ('lator) Somebody call the swag police to come arrest this hater bu*terfly Ferraris ('raris) and Porsches with the double doors (doors) CTE, UGK, we hit you with a double dose [Hook]