Right now you don't like me, but
Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
And the rocks in mine glare, somethin' like Times Square
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
And we both rent out playa
They like, "Where'd he get those twenties?"
'O's for the ounces that I got
And I just got to do it
Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through beaters
I started out, gettin' hard by the ounce
Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa
Right now you probably want me, but
Y'all seen my rings borders
(Say what)
Later on you gonna hate me, yeah
Right now you probably want me, but
Right now you probably like me, but
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin' my thing
Right now you probably like me, but
Later on you gonna need me, yeah
Right now you probably want me, but
You don't need us, huh?
(Uh huh)
(Yeah)
This cute face'll make your wife smile
Right now you don't like me, but
Excuse me miss, you want me to sign where?
(Yo' Fab, it must be the truck outside)
This playa make 'em scream a scheme
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship larger amounts
I know you wanna sip Proof
My closest look like I keep gettin' traded from team to team
But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
And "I didn't know that's a color that the coupe could come in
'B's for bottles that pop all night
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin' my thing
Look sleezy, it's difficult but me
Later on you gonna love me and
Damnit man"
That we blow everday, know why, why not nigga?
Later on you gonna need me, yeah
And I just got to do it
Right now you probably like me, but
All I say to the heffers is "Jesus"
And I just got to do it
And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of lifestyles
But most likely I'm with a foreign dame who name's hard to pronounce
The five plus one, sittin' on ten times two
And when I said my rims was only nineteens, she said, "Stop lyin'!"
Later on you gonna love me and
Say what, say what, uh huh
Right now you don't like me, but
I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
Even chickens wanna cluck outside
It's so funny how I suit the women
The kid been makin' these mami's, yell "papacita"
And try to make me crack a smile
I'm a triflin', good for nothin', type a brother
And mami can't stop eyein'
Shorty when I'm through
I see you comin' back to her
With bitches suckin' me up like vacuum cleaners
Keep swallowin' my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces
Later on you gonna love me and
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
Later on you gonna need me, yo
'F's for freakin', A's alright
It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water
(What)
Later on you gonna hate me, what
Like that, with the two-step
Fab's hard to be found
And Tim the only ones that make pimpin' look easy
Just to get, in and out of your womb
Later on you gonna hate me
I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my room
Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin' my thing
They know I'm still spendin show money from "Superwoman"
Just so you can see my chipped tooth
It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too
