Love My Style

Shit is toxic nigga... [Hook] 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 (?) 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 now now!!) 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 nigga out po' I cracked my zipper stash, dro mixed wit honey hash My bitch from D-R, used to twist wit da biggest ass Movin my work, just put some (?) 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!!) [Hook] (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 niggas with no pussy is hallway searchin Y'all niggas handcuff hoes like, female cops I got my wrist all froze in the, CL drop (cmon) 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 Wit 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 T-O-N-Y the talk of New York Blowin dro in the six on the way to court come on (come on) [Hook] 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas'll finish you Automatic tray pounds'll fuckin diminish you (bring it all day) [Hook]