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[Verse 1: Fabolous] Sometimes I amaze sometimes I disappoint Sometimes I blow this paper like it's just a joint Sometimes I look at change like it's just some coins Like Shaq at the line, you pro'ly missed the point This perspective which angle you looking from When you take a chance ever wonder who you took it from I'm from Brooklyn son got no problem taking nothing So I figured I could take nothing and make it something Tell 'em faking ass niggas they won't make it frontin' Tell 'em girls lose they clothes and get the shaking something Purple weed gold bottles now let's think of something Cause y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though [Chorus: Fabolous] Smoking all out Swagger to the max Bad bitches holla I just holla back My money talks I ain't even gotta tell 'em Even when I talk low don't it sound like I'm yelling Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really Songtexte[Verse 2: Fabolous] Might be how I'm feeling mixed with what I'm drinking Got me on some shit that might be what the stink is You might just be cool it might be what you thinking It might be something in the eye but the Mischa winking Listen before your dumb ass say some stupid shit I have my dog laying on your house on some snoopy shit Ball player swag that's what out the hoop and shit Two chicks that hanging with Mr Cooper shit Eat with me if you hungry dawg But then again High Loyal is a hungry dawg That's saying hunger make your dog eat you alive You either starve to death or you eat to survive [Chorus: Fabolous] Smoking all out Swagger to the max Bad bitches holla I just holla back My money talks I ain't even gotta tell 'em Even when I talk low don't it sound like I'm yelling Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really [Verse 3: Red Cafe] Shakedown on sleep I'm getting to the money The way I'm counting sheep I be counting money Live from the roof Empire state Finna burn this bitch down Find the next fire escape I'm high so nothing ain't farfetched Out in Houston with my rocket no... Fuck with that street fan Fuck with that Loso Come to your city spend some tickets at the go-go Giving back to the hood be what I call it Smoke grand daddy Kush I'm in orbit If they ain't with the family they weirdos [Chorus: Fabolous] Smoking all out Swagger to the max Bad bitches holla I just holla back My money talks I ain't even gotta tell 'em Even when I talk low don't it sound like I'm yelling Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though Y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really Aus Songtexte Mania