"My Jewel" lyrics

Yeah
Just like that, baby boy
Brat
Y'all understand me
Bigger than life (crazy)
Y'all understand me? (yeah)
The sun do shine
Believe me (yeah)
Down bottom (yeah)
Brat (yeah)

Give me my
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
The hustle money
Buying or sell
Private jets
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
Five mikes
Five star and life (brat)

[Birdman:]
Bounce back, rebel
Going in a sell
I'm raising hell doing swell
Make the mail, the mirror
Make the money, tell
Make the money
Flip the money
Show and tell (yeah)
From the bottom
Where the roaches at
Hit the light switch
Where the roaches scat
Bounce back, hella choppers
More stacks, out the back
To a bus mill stack (yeah)
So she love me
So I her right
From the floor, no ceilings
What a hella sight
Harley Davis is a bike
Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred
Models every night (yeah)
Put the suede with the plush leather
Leather so soft do it any weather
Fly in any weather
Hustle in any weather
Shine in any weather (brat)

Give me my
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
The hustle money
Buying or sell
Private jets
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
Five mikes
Five star and life (brat)

[Bun B:]
This is G
Straight up out the wars, from out the back of the projects
Where pull cords and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor
This is my life (life)
A ghetto dream come true
Paper plates on the Benz, (Benz) riding so new
On some 2011 when I come through
Black paint, black seat
And the black rims, too
Can you see me
I'm creeping on the low though
In the big-body four-door
With the four boy logo (logo)
Smoking rolled up
In a damn getting high as
Eagle dare drift (drift)
Ain't that some damn
And it's true though
But it ain't like I'm telling you
Something that you ain't knew though
So don't get it twisted like a noodle
I'll put one in your noodle
And leave a twisted
So what it do, bro

Give me my
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
The hustle money
Buying or sell
Private jets
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
Five mikes
Five star and life (brat)

[Young Jeezy:]
Give me my
Jizzle got it bad
He ain't no fool (nah)
Jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 drop, 26-inch
Stick in the back with the 100-round (yeah)
Call him bag, look at Mr. Toilet Paper
Call me half a with the gasoline chaser
The hollow, we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire, till the gasoline face you
Heartless, he walking with a pacer
Blue and yellow mirror, that's my Indiana pacer
Black with the red beam, my Portland trail blazer
No playing where I'm from 'cause we'll trail blaze you
Don't leave no
And that's on everything I own
But I swear love every I ever owned
Black head to toe with the Louis V. holster
Straight gangster, I match my four-door Porsche

Give me my
Job for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
The hustle money
Buying or sell
Private jets
See, we live a luxury life
Dom P., pearl white
Harvey Davis bike
Mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
Five mikes
Five star and life (brat)