Chickens No Flour

(Chorus) [Young Jeezy] This remind me of the time I thought lost my rocks Took my j's off and they was in my socks Stones that big I put them in my watch Got something for you haters and its in that Glock (We cooking chickens no flour, We count the money weigh the powder) (x2) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I got my mind made I wanna be a millionaire I got my mind made I take them bitches anywhere I got pocket full of stones like I'm Bun B I got a pocket full of phones like I'm Pimp C What ya know snow or ghetto more like Willie D I park that lamb in that ghetto well thats silly of me (haha) I got my backs packed yeah I'm thinking road trip That Mr. Ice Cream, rocky road trip I'm about that getting green yeah I'm bumpin project back I make it back with these blocks I bring the projects back So I can cop that black benz for them chicken heads I'm in the club spendin' ends yeah that chicken bread (Chorus) [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I'm in my 87' Swiss thats my stove swag I whip it till its upset I make the stove mad There's so much smoke up in this bitch man I can't see And from a distance it look like I'm makin' iced tea (man you say ice t) Everybody loves coco, when my dog was on I got them for the low low I'm in that black on black Lamb, I call it country black I threw them thirty's on them Lade's, now that's my country Lac Now what ya license plate say? I'm standin' to tall, now what that .40 cal say? Bitch I will do ya'll, is it true you be rollin' with them chopper toys? And everytime you in the club you with them chopper boys? (Chorus)