Y'all Don't Hear Me Tho

[Verse 1: Fabolous] Sometimes I amaze, sometimes I disappoint Sometimes I blow this paper like it's just a joint Sometimes I look at change like it's just some coins Like Shaq at the line, you prolly missed the point It's perspective, which angle you looking from? When you take a chance, ever wonder who you took it from? I'm from Brooklyn son, got no problem taking nothing So I figured I could take nothing and make it something Tell 'em faking ass niggas they won't make it frontin Tell 'em girls lose they clothes and get to shaking somethin Purple weed, gold bottles now let's laker something Cause y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though [Hook: Fabolous] Smoking on loud Swagga to the max Bad bitches holla I just holla back My money talks, I ain't even gotta tell 'em Even when I talk low, don't it sound like I'm yelling Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really [Verse 2: Fabolous] Might be how I'm feeling mixed with what I'm drinking Got me on some shit, that might be what the stink is You might just be cool it might be what you thinking It might be something in her eye but to me, she's winking Listen before ya dumb ass say some stupid shit And have my dog laying on your house on some snoopy shit Ball player swag, that's what out the hoop and shit Two chicks at the house, that Hanging with Mr.Cooper shit Eat with me if you hungry dawg But then again how loyal is a hungry dawg? That same hunger make your dog eat you alive You either starve to death or you eat to survive [Hook: Fabolous] Smoking on loud Swagga to the max Bad bitches holla I just holla back My money talks, I ain't even gotta tell 'em Even when I talk low, don't it sound like I'm yelling Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really [Verse 3: Red Cafe] Shakedown on sleep I'm getting to the money The way I'm counting sheep I be counting money Live from the roof Empire state Finna burn this bitch down Find the next fire escape I'm high so nothing ain't farfetched Out in Houston with my rocket no... Fuck with that Street Fam Fuck with that Loso Come to your city spend some tickets at the go-go Giving back to the hood be what I call it Smoke grand daddy Kush I'm in orbit If they ain't with the family they weirdos [Hook: Fabolous] Smoking all out Swagger to the max Bad bitches holla I just holla back My money talks I ain't even gotta tell 'em Even when I talk low don't it sound like I'm yelling Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really