Oj Lyrics - Young Jeezy

What you know about champagne every night 

Bad bitches everywhere, Barry White 

Hit the things, I could bury white 

Countin' up a million dollars every night 

Hit the mall blow up 

Kinda hard when you're sleeping on Dolce 

Wake up drinkin Rose 

Killin' that white bitch, OJ 

Smokin that exotic, grinding that forty 

All around trippin', I aint talkin bout touring 

Yeah, countin' money til ya boring 

Mad?, that? where you goin' 

Flat screens on the walls, iMacs 

Michael Turners on decks, hand bags 

Dirty white, yeah the kat stacks 

We don't sleep round here, we take cat naps 

Wesley Snipes, its the money train 

Swear the work came faster than the money came 

Sometimes the money be faster than the cars is 

Feds aint watching and then them broads is 

Could end anyday and you know better 

Now you watch the frito lay, yeah you know cheddar 

Double bags at the spot, luggage in the place 

Louie V on deck, luggage on my waist 

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I woke up sayin' I aint drinking no more 

Same night in the spot drinkin' Coco 

Loso, bad bitch think she know so 

Got a man cuffin', think he popo 

She tryna go below the belt, thinkin' low blow 

I'm thinking oh yeah, he thinkin' oh no 

I'm on my high horse, thinking Polo 

Got the 9 on me so I think I'm Romo 

Uh, I'm about that life 

Bring you in the game, let you meet my wife 

Married to the, asking am I gettin cheddar now 

They say I do, like a wedding vow 

That AirTran we flying for cheap 

And you niggas sleepin' on me, hope you die in your sleep 

OJ, yeah probably don't get it 

I'm the best that ever did it and got away with it 

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Italian money and everything with 'em 

Gloves don't fit 'em so they gotta acquit him 

Aint nobody seen it, but everybody heard it 

The whole town hatin', they waitin' on a verdict 

Tell 'em niggas pop off, I'm waitin on a drop off 

I aint leaving the block til I knock the box off 

Yeah taking care of the whole fam 

Bought the Porsche gave the M to my old man 

More money more problems 

More grams, more real estate, more land 

At fight night I be ringside 

I let them things fly, just put 1.5 under my kingsize 

I look at the world through a kings eyes 

I was born to spit bars and sling? 

I aint wealthy yet but I'm quite rich 

I just gotta keep killin' that white bitch