Love My Style

Tony Yayo

These hoes don't love me
They love my benz, love my rims, love my style
These fiends don't love me
They love my coke, love my dope, love my ink
These haters don't love me
It don't matter to me, I stay hater free 'cause I'm a down ass G
'Cause if I don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

I'm in town dog
Mexican brown dog
I'm signed to interscope
I'm grims a see-note
500 cokily add to a kilo
Id rather be rich, than snitch nigga out cold
My crack in sinthostat
Drummers with hunny hats
My bitch from D.R.
Switch em with bigger stash
Movin my work, jus for some boots n a skirt
I was loose but she complainin it hurt
Ice skatin on ice
I got these crack heads, scrapin the mic
Late at night, bitch be shakin her dice
Runnin from feds, like I had jerry rice legs
'Cause the dope and the rice come from pac and them plant eggs
Its the top shotter that rocked prada, that rhymed proper
In high school I had ex in my gym locker, locker, locker, locker

These hoes don't love me
They love my benz, love my rims, love my style
These fiends don't love me
They love my coke, love my dope, love my ink
These haters don't love me
It don't matter to me, I stay hater free 'cause I'm a down ass G
'Cause if I don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

I'm a sneaker addict
Drug fanatic
I live lavish
Got more carots
That bunny rabbits
I plant 'marry I'
Courtyard groupie's lurkin
An them niggas wit no pussy is always jerkin'
An niggas handcuff hoes like female cops
I got ma wrists all froze, so the 'cause drop
Ayo em drink malibu, dre drink henny, banks drink baileys and buck drink remi
I'm on the 7 a glock like, I'm still smellin musty
Leavin barcelona for some argentina pussy
Ye man g-unit stunts it ain't nothin', million dollar deals 'cause our fans dare hustle
I stay stuntin, my glock stay pumpin, 58-58, I got my cell phone jumpin
T-o-n-why the talk of new york, blowin dro in the 6, on the way to court

These hoes don't love me
They love my benz, love my rims, love my style
These fiends don't love me
They love my coke, love my dope, love my ink
These haters don't love me
It don't matter to me, I stay hater free 'cause I'm a down ass G
'Cause if I don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

You in the CBA, I'm in the NBA
Its the rap t-mac, I stay with a gat
Click clack, I sit back n watch my soldiers attack
Ya rhymes a snitches, homie I'm dealin with fact
Keep my car out the sun so the paint won't fade
N if my jewels don't shine its time to upgrade
Imma ball till I fall, niggas can't ruin me
From platinum plaques, wall to wall jewellery, I love my style
Hoes scream my name, its tony yayo
A cats scowl in the game, see niggas wanna kill me like sindy in scream
But I pack the mac-nilly wit a infered beam
Ayo I'm on daily like freddy in the dream
N my chains so heavy, it spotted to my spleen
You front on my team, ma niggas will finish you, automatic
Traypound will fuckin diminish you