作词 : TONY REY 凯睿
 作曲 : Scottybeamup

They tell you they need you they love you
 They think you the one you the chosen they *******  wit you
 Out in the public they spending they budget
 They throwing handshakes to get comfortable
 Dining at lounges and clubs with the bottles and models they all come and sit with you
 Talking they numbers and digits they painting the picture to try to get close to you
 Flaunting they money, they houses, they buying them cars and they fly in em‘ jets
 Calling you brother they know that you struggle but won't come and write you a check
 Mention to others, they call you a rapper, like Tony you coming up next
 They fake it you know it, they just wanna pour it and party with you at events
 When you first start it they see you, they doubt it but go ahead and tell you try
 Inside of they minds they feel skeptical you not goin‘ make it cuz you not the guy
 People be famous, you name it, the only difference with them they got ties
 You just an asian, you in the rotation, of working a dead nine to five
 I say well ******* it, its more that money, if I want it I get it and go
 People be talking and wishing you listen they still sitting back and they scared in they clothes
 Never stepped foot in the game but they claim to be Phil Jackson like you who made you the coach
 Doing the same ****, that lame ****, the day shift, that make it to a college that everyone knows
 No Thanks
 No Thanks
 No Thanks
 No Thanks
 Standing aside of the meeting and nodding it hoping they got the clue
 They rather work with no body go thru somebody than **** with you
 Your presence is nothing they budgets be bigger than money that straight out the roof
 The lambo, the rarri, the bentley, the gotti, the buildings so damn hard to choose
 Tell me this, tell me that, how much you making but honestly I'm not that impressed
 You out here talking them millions then why is you out here to tryna finesse
 You got the bag, I got the bag, but my bags do not have the hermes
 Do me a favor, don’t hit me for cheap **** , na **** that its time to collect
 Quality
 Modesty
 None of that
 Fantasy
 Auto drive
 No Not a Lease
 Music aint
 commodity
 Not afraid
 dying broke
 This Money talk
 but the Realest Shows
 When you hot,
 but they think you soft
 Face tats going
 Pop me  off
 Load up the chopper its time to get poppin I’m flexin let everyoney know
 Tony Rey murder ya gang and I murder the radio then I go murder the shows
 Invented my self and I'm proud of myself cuz i do it for me not for no body else
 **** with that weak **** that free **** this rap ****   goin put me in a house on the top of a hill
 No Thanks
 No Thanks
 No Thanks
 No Thanks yeah