What They Want Lyrics - The Recession - Young Jeezy

I told y'all niggas I was comin' back hard, nigga 

Oh, you ain't heard this shit since Thug Motivation, nigga, okay 

Hey, hey, hey, hey hoes ain't shit and money ain't nothing 

And if it ain't nothing and then it gotta be something 

And if it something and then it gotta be nothing 

And if he ain't showed the cash then he gotta be bluffing 

My dog hit me up, he say he got a lick 

Got a bad jump shot, so he might shoot a brick 

Talking records on my line, that's a technical foul 

I don't know what the fuck you talking 'bout, I'm hanging up right now 

Nigga, you ain't Nick Cannon and this ain't wilding out 

I'm playing my position and I ain't trying to foul out 

Here's the replay, ya we 'bout to find out 

Hey, where's the referee I need to call a time out 

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If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting 

They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living 

What you say nigga? 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now 

If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting 

They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living 

What you say nigga? 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now 

Say he just touched down and he need a dutch downed 

Second time he caught a date, think he going out of way 

Thirty six holla at 'em, going for the first down 

Feds playing defense every time he come around 

We going to the super bowl if I make this field goal 

Understand you gotta be, line man's turning me in three 

He tripping 'bout that extra point, that man he want an extra joint 

Make sure you bring my extra cash, next time I see your extra ass 

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Huddle up, call the play, ya I'm playing quarter back 

Four way, two way, betcha I bring a quarter back 

Weigh it up, bag it up, pass it to my running back 

A dollar short on my pay, that's a flag all the way 

If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting 

They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living 

What you say nigga? 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now 

If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting 

They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living 

What you say nigga? 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now 

Ninth inning, bases loaded, I'm going for the grand slam 

Tax free, tax free, I ain't giving shit to Uncle Sam 

Young in playing softball, you playing softball 

Yeah, I'm playing softball, same colors as golf balls 

Catch me in the outfield, that's a whole lot of grass 

Trying to buy the franchise, that's a whole lot of cash 

Them rite I'm saving up, thinking I'm going to buy the team 

Watch me get my bounty on, trying to keep my money clean 

Focus quick, watch the pitch, can't afford another strike 

If I make it through this shit then I can play another night 

Money fight, money fight, gotta get my money right 

But first I gotta get this hoes, so make sure that you wrapped 'em right 

If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting 

They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living 

What you say nigga? 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now 

If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting 

They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living 

What you say nigga? 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now 

And I could show you how to make a mill right now