Don't You Know
Young Jeezy Lyrics

And you know,
Get the money, get the money

And you know (Get the money, nothin' but the money)
It's all about making that cash

And you know (Bout the money, bout the money)
We're talking about the money here

And you know (Bout the money, bout the money)
Nothin' else but the money matters

[Chorus]
People talk a big game about their work, but I don't know them

I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool
You can brag all you want, but I don't personally know you

That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!)
What you say about your work doesn't impress me

I don't know you. (I don't know!)
I have no familiarity with you

I don't know you. (I don't know!)
You're a stranger to me

I don't know you. (Hell no!)
I am not acquainted with you

I don't know you. (I don't know you niggas!)
I am not familiar with any of you guys

I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (The recession nigga!)
In these tough times, people still talk about their jobs like it's everything

That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I'm right back in ya ass homeboy!)
But your true character matters more to me than your job, and I don't know you

I don't know you. (I don't know!)
I have no connection to you

I don't know you. (I don't know!) (Trying to take me out nigga!)
I don't have any relationship with you and you're trying to harm me

I don't know you.
Sorry, I have no familiarity with you

Feelin' is in this shit
I'm involved in this particular business

That's right I'm in this bitch
I'm pretty good at it

Ya'll niggas acting like Young ain't never did this shit
Some people act like I don't have experience in this business

Nigga, 500 grams, rock solid, no shake (shake)
I've dealt with 500 solid grams without any impurities

Call them things Chappelles, he wants his other half baked (Whoa!)
I refer to them as Chappelle (reference to Dave Chapelle's show) because the buyer wants them halfway done

You know I like to scramble mine, Waffle House style
I mix them up like they do at Waffle House

Or leave 'em sunny side up and let 'em chill for a while (Damn!)
Or leave them and let them cool for a while

Not only have I done it, I did it, I lived it
I've actually experienced it and lived through it

Delivered it myself, yeah I'm making house visits (Young!)
I even personally deliver it to customers' homes

I'm praying while I'm driving, it's making me religious
I'm praying as I drive, feeling more spiritual than usual

In the head lights behind me, it's making me suspicious
But being followed by headlights makes me feel paranoid

And maybe I'm trippin', and maybe I'm not (not)
Maybe it's just my paranoia, or maybe it's real

Maybe it's nothing (nothing), just hope it ain't the cops (OK!)
I hope it's not law enforcement, but I don't know for sure

I go there, get that and go back with that
I go somewhere to get drugs, and come right back with them

And then I flip that, then send that right back
Then I sell them and send the profits back to my supplier

If it got 2 bags, it must be 5 stacks
If it comes with two bags, it must be worth $5,000

So you owe 5 stacks, bring that right back (Ah ha!)
If you owe me $5,000, you'd better pay me back immediately

If it take too long, must be re-rock
If it takes too long for me to get my money back, then the drugs must have been cut (mixed with other substances)

2 in the shoe box, no these ain't Reebocks (Yeah!)
I keep two shoeboxes full of cash and they're not full of shoes

I don't live there, I just cook there
I don't reside in that house, I just use it for cooking up drugs

Ain't nothing in there, but fish and cookware (Young!)
There's nothing in the house except fish and kitchenware

Can't drop our shit, work that fork though
I can't drop or waste a single dose, I must use the fork to retrieve all of it

Lock up like woah, Young like fo' sho'
It locks up tightly and securely, like I've got it under control

This shit right here, call that "come back" (Yeah!)
This particular drug is of such high quality, it's referred to as the 'come back'

Drop this 9 off, and I'll be right back (Let's go!)
I just need to drop off a gun (likely during a drug deal) and I'll return soon

I don't know why these niggas tell lies
I don't understand why people feel the need to lie

Ya'll know damn well he ain't flippin' no pies
Everyone knows that he's not actually selling drugs

All this bird talk make me want some Popeye's
All this talk of drugs makes me crave Popeye's fried chicken

Ya'll getting no play off in my rides
You're not getting in my car if you're not involved in my business

Fake ass niggas, how dare you compare Young?
Fake people are comparing themselves to me, how ridiculous

Black Crown Vic, yeah that used to scare Young
A black Crown Victoria used to frighten me (possibly referring to law enforcement)

My 6-2's come back like Frisbees
My Mercedes-Benz 6.2 liter engine comes back just like a Frisbee would

All these smoke fumes got me dizzy (Yeah!)
All the fumes from my business has me feeling lightheaded

They talk bricks, see
They're talking about drugs

I'm just listening (Hey!)
I'm just hearing them out

Say, I'm just listening (Yeah!)
I'm not getting involved in the conversation

Hook might be tight, but that don't sound right
The song's chorus might be catchy, but it doesn't resonate with me

I sold Snow White and he sold no white (Hey!)
I actually sold drugs, while he didn't sell anything

And you know
It's all about the money

And you know (I ain't bouncing for none of you niggas, nigga)
I'm not afraid of any of you and I won't leave

And you know (I ain't cosigning none of you fake ass niggas)
I won't support any of you fake people

And you know
It's all about that American dream

And you know (Yeah, they know me though!)
People do know me, though