Fabolous - Yall Dont Hear Me Tho Lyrics

[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 prolly 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 somethin,
Tell 'em faking ass niggas they won't make it frontin',
Tell 'em girls lose they clothes and get the shaking somethin,
Purple weed, gold bottles, now let's think of somethin,
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

[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
It might just be cool, it might be what you thinking
It might be something in her eye, but to me she winking
Listen, before your dumb ass say some stupid shit
And have my dog laying on your house, on some snoopy shit
Ball player swag, that's without the hoop and shit
Two chicks at the house, that hanging with Mr. Cooper shit
Eat with me if you hungry dog
But then again, how loyal is a hungry dog?
That same 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 nearest fire escape,
I'm high so nothing ain't far fetched,
Out in Houston with my rocket, no Marquettes
F*ck with that street fam,
F*ck 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