作曲 : Bakshi, Bernard, Pyarelal ...
These hoes don't love me, they love my 
BenzLove my rims, love my style
These fiends don't love me, they love my coke
Love my ****, love my ink
These 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
I'm in town dog, 
Mexican brown dog
I'm signed to interscope, 
I'm grims a 
C-note500 cokily add to a kilo
ID rather be rich, than snitch ****** out cold
My crack in sinthostat, drummers with hunny hats
My ****** 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 hurt
Ice skatin' on ice, 
I got these crack heads, scrapin' the mic
Late at night, ****** be shakin' her dice
Runnin' from feds, like 
I had Jerry rice legs'
Cos the **** and the rice come from pac and them plant eggs
It's the top shotter that rocked prada
That rhymed proper
In high school 
I had ex in my gym locker
Locker, locker, locker
These hoes don't love me, they love my 
BenzLove my rims, love my style
These fiends don't love me, they love my coke
Love my ****, love my ink
These 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
I'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 ******s wit no ****** is always jerkin'
An ******s handcuff hoes like female cops
I got ma wrists all froze, so the 
COs dropAyo 'em drink 
Malibu, dre drink henny
Banks drink 
Baileys and buck drink remi
I'm on the 7 a glock like, 
I'm still smellin' musty
Leavin' Barcelona for some 
Argentina ******
Ye man G-Unit stunts it ain't nothin'
Million dollar deals 'cos our fans dare hustle
I stay stuntin', my glock stay pumpin'58-58, 
I got my cell phone jumpin'
T O N Y the talk of 
New YorkBlowin' dro in the 6, on the way to court
These hoes don't love me, they love my 
BenzLove my rims, love my style
These fiends don't love me, they love my coke
Love my ****, love my ink
These 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
You in the 
CBA, I'm in the 
NBAIt'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 fact
Keep my car out the sun so the paint wont fade'
N' if my jewels don't ******ne it's time to upgrade
I'mma ball till 
I fall, ******s can't ruin me
From platinum plaques, wall to wall jewelery
I love my style, hoes scream my name
It's Tony 
Yayo, a cats scowl in the game
See ******s wanna kill me like sindy in scream
But I pack the 
Mac-Nilly wit a inferred beam
Ayo 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 ******s will finish you
Automatic tray pound will ******' diminish you
These hoes don't love me, they love my 
BenzLove my rims, love my style
These fiends don't love me, they love my coke
Love my ****, love my ink
These 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