Jeezy - Feds Takin' Pictures 2 lyrics

Feds takin' pictures The Feds takin' pictures on me n***a's still snitchin' on me (Nah) 900 for the sip What you think I'm smoking, homie (Ha ha) Oh what you think I'm joking, homie? Blue rims, yeah, the coupes crip walk (Woo) Certified plastic think I'd rather make hits Between me and you, yeah, I'd rather flip bricks So tell me what's wrong with gla** pots and a scale? Pose for them b**hes like the double XL Homie, we ball 'til we fall, Magic City we to the mall Trying to stay out of reach of the long arm of the law I'm calm like snowfall through preliminary hearings They indicting n***as for bootlegging and racketeering Prolly got me on the camera while I'm copin' out the car lot I'm coming out the banks, big cred' with the Karl box It's Willie, my futures bright like a highlighter They taking pictures cause I'm fly like a skydiver Feds takin' pictures Jones, you ain't seen money (Nope) Until you seen me (Jones) 220 for Bentley GTC (Ballin') And the money ain't a thing like J Dupri (It's nothing) When you ballin' 'round the country like the major league (Pick a team) So peace up, A town down (A town down) Tear your streets up with them A-K rounds (Bang, bang) Now whatchu know about that? I know all about that 3 birds, 3 nights can make a 100 thousands stacks (That weight n***a) And man, they got it on camera (What?) The Feds been watching since the boy touched Atlanta I'm the biggest mobster to ever hit the pop charts I'm a easy target they know a n***a rock hard Get a clean check cut slip it in my account Write 'em out a China White a lil' cut'll wipe 'em out I ain't with the rapping boy, I'm puttin' in the work In these n***as with the rapid lay his a** in the church Get some information for you informants I got the YAY And I'm selling them cheaper than yesterday so whatchu say? Feds takin' pictures They snapping while we trapping, trying to find out what happened They wanna lock me up before my album go platinum I took my cell phone and through it, my bank account I blew it I got to cut my conversations, I don't want to do it but Who's that peeping in my window It ain't no love they tired of telling on they kinfolk So if you've ever been broke and turn a penny to a twenty Let me hear you holla if you want me come get me Whether you know me as T.I. or you can call me T.I.P And know the APD and F.B.I. they talk about the G.I.B And they know I be high when I'm in the V.I.P I'm sure they see me as I fly through the city and that brand new V.I.B Young, rich and famous with a pistol you can call me Chi Ali But I'm the greatest in Atlanta they be calling me Ali Feds takin' pictures