What They Want Lyrics

by Young Jeezy

[Intro]
I told ya'll niggas I was gonna come back hard man
You ain't heard this shit since thug motivation okay
Hey hey hey

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[Verse 1]
Hoes ain't shit, 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 technical foul
Don't know what the fuck 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

[Verse 2]
Said he just touched down, and he need a touchdown
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 Super Bowl, 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' quarterback
4 way, 2way, but I bring a quarter back
Weigh it up, bag it up, pass it to my running 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' shit 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 franchise, 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 another strike
If I can make it through this, shit 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