Way Too Gone

[Intro] What the fuck I'mma doing Wake up in the morning who the fuck I'mma screwing My partner on brown and you know I'm on white I know its going down, I can do this all night Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters Money over bitches 2 times for the fakers Cause even in the dark, baby I'mma shine bright I'm way too gone, the best night of my life [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I said g-g-go DJ See you got the Jizzle on replay Just keep that Jizzle on repeat It's about the time everybody screams "free Meech!" Let's take your bitch ass back to '05 Close your eyes, take a breath nigga look, Atlanta lights Club vision, PJ in my hand, I’m on the couch Man this nigga Meech just blew a quarter mil, he bought a house Man you niggas gonna lace up your sneaks, it's time to ball Presidential at the Swiss Hotel makin' Kamals Posted up, all black in the back, 100 deep A hundred coupes posted up in the front, 200 seats Man somebody call IRS, too many lambos I'm talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle Them other niggas fake and flaunting, that's where it's at Real niggas do real things, let's drink to that! [Hook] Way too gone, what the fuck am I doing Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing My partner on brown and you know I'm on white I know its going down, I can do this all night Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters Money over bitches 2 times for the fakers Cause even in the dark, baby I'mma shine bright I'm way too gone, the best night of my life [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I said I'm gone! I'm going going gone! Way this night is going, I won't make it home I'mma wake up in the room, wake up with a hangover What I spent last night I could bought a Range Rover Got my Raybans on, yeah I see you haters Keep doing what you doing, cause I need you haters If I had to name my money baby, I would call it long If I smoke another blunt, yeah I swear I'm gonna die You can call the weed man, tell him bring another zip I know he just left, yeah he gotta make another trip It's so hot in here, feel like I'm gon' faint Even though I'm past my limit, still think I'm gon' drink [Hook] [Verse 3: Future] I woke up early this morning, three white girls from the pink pony I'm blowing money fast, so caught up in the moment One time for the bar, two times for my homies I'm a rock star in real life; I'm an astronaut outta sight Put Codeine in my Sprite, my wrist is full of ice I don’t even know her name, she so caught in the hype Its ok baby, cuz I'm a millionaire for life I got bitches on my payroll, they coming back like white I'm with Ethiopian, we in Vegas shootin' dice Got a girl at home, I know I'm wrong, it feels so right On the first roll, young hope I roll a seven We in the club for thugs, this must be heaven [Hook]