T O N Y the talk of New York
'Cos if I don't make dollars, then it don't make cents
These hoes don't love me, they love my Benz
From platinum plaques, wall to wall jewelery
I stay hater free 'cos I'mma down ass G
Love my dope, love my ink
'Cos if I don't make dollars, then it don't make cents
If it don't make dollars, it don't make cents
Ice skatin' on ice, I got these crack heads, scrapin' the mic
'Cos if I don't make dollars, then it don't make cents
You front on my team, ma niggas will finish you
Love my dope, love my ink
500 cokily add to a kilo
If it don't make dollars, it don't make cents
My crack in sinthostat, drummers with hunny hats
But I pack the Mac-Nilly wit a inferred beam
My bitch from D.R., switch 'em with bigger stash
I stay hater free 'cos I'mma down ass G
Love my rims, love my style
These fiends don't love me, they love my coke
I stay stuntin', my glock stay pumpin'
Blowin' dro in the 6, on the way to court
Keep my car out the sun so the paint wont fade
I stay hater free 'cos I'mma down ass G
ID rather be rich, than snitch nigga out cold
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me
That rhymed proper
Automatic tray pound will fuckin' diminish you
Ayo 'em drink Malibu, dre drink henny
I'm on the 7 a glock like, I'm still smellin' musty
An niggas handcuff hoes like female cops
Ayo I'm on daily like Freddy in the dream
See niggas wanna kill me like sindy in scream
Banks drink Baileys and buck drink remi
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me
I was loose but she complainin' it hurt
I love my style, hoes scream my name
Love my dope, love my ink
I stay hater free 'cos I'mma down ass G
'Cos if I don't make dollars, then it don't make cents
Movin' my work, jus' for some boots 'n' a skirt
It's the top shotter that rocked prada
Ya rhymes a snitches, homie I'm dealin' with fact
I plant 'Marry I', courtyard groupie's lurkin'
'Cos the dope and the rice come from pac and them plant eggs
Locker, locker, locker
These fiends don't love me, they love my coke
I'm signed to interscope, I'm grims a C-note
I'm in town dog, Mexican brown dog
Love my dope, love my ink
Click clack, I sit back 'n' watch my soldiers attack
58-58, I got my cell phone jumpin'
Love my rims, love my style
Runnin' from feds, like I had Jerry rice legs
Ye man G-Unit stunts it ain't nothin'
These fiends don't love me, they love my coke
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me
An them niggas wit no pussy is always jerkin'
You in the CBA, I'm in the NBA
I got ma wrists all froze, so the COs drop
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me
These hoes don't love me, they love my Benz
Leavin' Barcelona for some Argentina pussy
If it don't make dollars, it don't make cents
I'm a sneaker addict, drug fanatic
These hoes don't love me, they love my Benz
I'mma ball till I fall, niggas can't ruin me
It's Tony Yayo, a cats scowl in the game
In high school I had ex in my gym locker
Million dollar deals 'cos our fans dare hustle
'N' my chains so heavy, it spotted to my spleen
Love my rims, love my style
Late at night, bitch be shakin' her dice
I live lavish, got more carots, that bunny rabbits
'N' if my jewels don't shine it's time to upgrade
These fiends don't love me, they love my coke
It's the rap T-Mac, I stay with a gat
