Give me my money, I ain′t tryna hear that
Mid ball here on ya, I know that he feel that
Say he hate me, but my song he gotta hear that
And DJ in the city really spinning
Now he can't kick it, only ladies in the kickback
Four taxes, then we break up like a kickback
Road rush, only time I ever really sit back
Oh, la-da, ra-da, ra-da, ra-da
I ain′t tryna hear that rah rah
When she wanna see me she gon' call out
In the A living like a popstar
You ain't fooling me boy, you not hard
Same time buddy you nine to five
In New York with a baddie like Lala
Hear my rules, I swear that it′s simple
Don′t lie baby girl, I don't care if you with him
I do what I do, I make my move
Can′t control, you stick to your agenda
It's cool, don′t play me like a fool
I did this too, I know both sides of the riddle
To sum it up Popeye's gotta get the biscuit
I love that chicken but I′ll never be tender
Uh-huh, you know that I'm with it
Uh-huh, you know I'm outside
Uh-huh, never be trippin′
Uh-huh, good that it be alive
Uh-huh, you better really listen
Uh-huh, don′t kill my vibe
Uh-huh, my head keep spinning
Uh-huh, finna put it on drive
I swear that I'm driving so fast
I got it like that
These people gon′ settle for last
That gotta be sad
I promise I'll never be that
And if it′s 'bout drama don′t drag
'Cause all of the problems I had
Just stayed in the past
'Cause it ain′t ′bout business or cash
So what am I doing with that?
Y'all folks make me laugh
Oh, la-da, ra-da, ra-da, ra-da
I ain′t tryna hear that rah rah
When she wanna see me she gon' call out
In the A living like a popstar
You ain′t fooling me boy you not hard
Same time buddy you nine to five
In New York with a baddie like Lala
I'm cool on you, I want commas now
I got less problems than my dollars now
These boys is my son, I′m the father now
I drop, then they drop, they all fallin' now
Got no kids, but she sayin' that I′m childish
When I beat it up, only time I cause violence
When I′m speakin' up, I just wanna hear silence
Sat down, my show twelve, hatin′ with the sirens
New car, twenty-four, zero on the mileage
Why would I be 'bout your man, she my side chick
Neighborhood hero, we gon′ treat you like a sidekick
No money on me, gotta know I'm right beside it
Oh, la-da, ra-da, ra-da, ra-da
I ain′t tryna hear that rah rah
When she wanna see me she gon' call out
In the A living like a popstar
You ain't fooling me boy, you not hard
Same time buddy you nine to five
In New York with a baddie like Lala
