Young Jeezy Follow

Amazin' lyrics

Yeah
Can you please motha f**kin rise
For the national motha f**kin trapstar anthem
Let's go

[Chorus:]
Cause bitch I'm amazin
Look what I'm blazin
Eyes so low
Yea I look like an asian
Forever Thuggin
Forever Thuggin
Haters run they mouth
They ain't talkin bout nothin
Cause Bitch I'm amazin
Look what I'm blazin
Eyes so low
Yea I look like an asian
Forever Thuggin
Forever Thuggin
Haters run they mouth
They ain't talkin bout nothin
Cause Bitch I'm amazin

Closed door armor
Lookin like it's miller times
Sixty Seven diamond chain
Who he think he busta rhymes
Bitch I bust alot of rhymes
Could of done alot of time
And I ain't never snorted shit
Put it all up on the line
Got alot up on my mind
Got alot up on my plate
Gotta feed my hood
So I'm up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga
So I'm in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a nigga
Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe
But nuttin but banana split
Say that I'm her favorite
If you can take alot of dick
I can talk alot of shit
Go on baby swag it up
Show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangsta shit
Who you niggas f**kin with

First I sold two mill
Then I sold another one
Told them if you pay for three
That I will front another one
Told them if they give me this
Then I'll record another one
But if you can not give me that
Ain't no sense in callin back
F**k you think they sell me for
F**k you think they find me at
Damn right american
I'm gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this
Gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that bitch
That bitch stacked up since 98
Let em talk
Let em hate
Watch them lick the navigate
If you touch em
Wipe em off
Bring a brush
Then take em off
I can make an avalance
And I ain't talkin chevy trucks
Call me georgia lottery
Cause I'll be talkin mega bucks

Must of spent ten grand
To make they coupe stand taller
First round draft pick
Yea I'm mother f**kin balla
Just right your number down
Baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now
She won't live to see tommarow
And if she playin with it
She won't make it thru the night
Before the song with kanye
I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips
Yea I get my money tight
Now it's time to re up
Then I make my money white
You can catch me at my jewel
Yea I like my money bright
You can find me at the lot
Yea I like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas
Two hundred on the dash
Yea I'm spendin all money
Now I'm livin in the past