They disregard me, i guess they all got egos
Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,
With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts
Get a little smart, want to change yo tops
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,
Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow
I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,
Like money, cash, and shit all was real
Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear
Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though
The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
Like money, cash, and shit all was real
Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear
Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
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