Love My Style

Shit is toxic, ****

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 E

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 it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars (here we go now), then it don't make sense

I'm floodin' ya town dog, wit Mexican brown dope

I'm signed to Interscope, a gram's a C note

That's 500, hopefully, add to a kilo

I'd rather be rich, than a snitch **** out po'

My cracked and my zipper stash, dro mixed with honey hash

My bitch from DR, used to twist with the biggest ass

Movin my work, just put some good in her skirt

Her pussy loose but she complained that it hurt (break it down)

Ice skatin on ice, got these crack heads scrapin the pipe

Late at night 'cause we shakin the dice

Runnin from Fed's like I had, Jerry Rice legs

But the dope in the rice come from pocket plant eggs (yeah)

It's the top shotta, that rock Prada

That rhyme propa, in high school I had packs in my gym locka

Locka locka locka locka locka locka locka

(Break it down now)

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 E

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 it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense (here we go)

I'm a sneaker addict, gun fanatic

That live lavished, wit more karats than bunny rabbits

I play the Mariott Courtyard, groupies is lurkin

And them **** with no pussy is hallway searchin

Y'all **** handcuff hoes like, female cops

Check out my wrist all froze in the, CL drop (come on)

Hey yo Em drink Malibu, Dre drink Henny

Banks drink Bailey's and Buck drink Remi (yeah)

I'm on a 7 O'clock flight, still smellin musty

Leavin Barcelona out some Argentina pussy

Leer jets G Unit stunts it ain't nuttin

With million dollar deals 'cause our fans theyre hustlin (what up)

I stay stuntin, man my block stay pumpin

Fifty eight, fifty eighths, got my cell phone jumpin

It'ts TONY the talk of New York

Blowin dro in the six on the way to court come on (come on)

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 E

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 it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

You in the CBA I'm in the NBA

It's the rap T-Mac, I stay with a gat

Click, clack I sit back, my soldiers attack

Your rhymes is fiction, homie I'm dealin with fact

Keep my car out the sun so the paint won't fade

And if my jewels don't shine, its time to upgrade (yeah)

Im'a ball 'til I fall, you **** can't ruin me

For platinum plaques, you know that wall jewelry

Y'all love my style, hoes scream my name

It's Tony Yayo, a cash cow in the game

See **** wanna kill me like, Sydney in scream (bring it)

But I pack a mack milli, with an infra-red beam

Hey, yo I'm more deadly, than Freddy in a dream

And my chain so heavy, it hurt my spine to my spleen (uh, huh)

You front on my team, my ****'ll finish you

Automatic tray pounds'll fuckin diminish you (bring it all day)

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 E

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 it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense