Love My Style Lyrics - Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon - Tony Yayo

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 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-note 

500 cokily add to a kilo 

ID rather be rich, than snitch nigga out cold 

My 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 hurt 

Ice 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 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 Benz 

Love my rims, love my style 

These fiends don't love me, they love my coke 

Love my dope, 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 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 remi 

I'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 hustle 

I 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 court 

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 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 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 fact 

Keep 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 jewelery 

I 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 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 niggas will finish you 

Automatic tray pound will fuckin' diminish you 

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 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