Fabolous, Red Cafe - Y'all Don't Hear Me Tho lyrics

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
It's 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 to shaking somethin purple weed
Gold bottles now let's laker something
Cause y'all don't really y'all don't really
Y'all don't really hear me though

Smoking on loud swagga 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

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 her eye but to me
She's winking listen before ya dumb ass
Say some stupid shit
And have my dog laying on your
House on some snoopy shit ball player swag
That's what out the hoop and shit
Two chicks at the house
That Hanging with MrCooper shit
Eat with me if you hungry dawg
But then again how loyal is a hungry dawg?
That same hunger make your dog eat you alive
You either starve to death or
You eat to survive

Smoking on loud swagga 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

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 Marques
Fuck with that Street Fam
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

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