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