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[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordans, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by dont speak to the hatas (they mad at me)
House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me)
Guess they aint neva seen a playa (they mad at me)
My girl in Luis that and Fendi this (they mad at me)

[Verse 1]
Aint my fault, smooth
Cant eve ride down the street without somebody screamin
The woman love me and even the fellas be teamin
But see I hate male groupies, so jus steop the hell off
Look but dont touch as I bail off, handle, wheel, and the clutch
I love what Im doin ?? Support me and stop the hate
If I gave you 50 Gs to shut up youd be straight
Sike, It wont happen
Look hurr I aint jus rappin
I make it happen, like a captain, 2nd to none, Im draftin
Holdin my own, Im grown and do what I choose to
Ya like the blueberry Bentley
Though I aint hurr to amuse you
I got a safe in a place you will prolly never find it
Bein mad at me like bein mad at the game
I designed it

[Chorus]

Ay, look at the rims on that car (tire screech)
Uh, dubs rub the cizzurb
Got the drink and izzerb
Floatin thought the city, man I gottz leave the subizzurb
Man, with the tvs and the wood expand, front to back
Plus and that flat flask black max, in the trunk you pump
Never take what I earn
Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn
Catch me in the quarter ?? Wit the triple arm
Hoppin out Gd up, dangling my DTP charm
Gotta get in and Im wit it, its a must
I talk it, you see that gold
If you want it, its a must
You walk it
Baby blue Benz, old school, 74 hoe next to the blue and grey Rolls wit the blue and grey doles
Yea-a