Love My Style Tony Yayo

[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Shit is toxic, nigga

[Chorus: 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 E
These haters don't love me it don't matter to me
I stay hater free, cause I'm a down ass G
Cause if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars (Here we go now!) then it don't make sense

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
I'm floodin' ya town dog, wit Mexican brown dope
I'm signed to Interscope, a gram's a c note
That's 500, hopefully, add to a kilo
I'd rather be rich, than a snitch nigga out po'
I cracked my zipper stash, dro mixed wit honey hash
My bitch from D-R, used to twist wit da biggest ass
Movin my work, just put some (?) in her skirt
Her pussy loose but she complained that it hurt (break it down)
Ice skatin on ice, got these crack heads scrapin the pipe
Late at night cause we shakin the dice
Runnin from FED's like I had, Jerry Rice legs
But the dope in the rice come from pocket plant eggs (yeah)
It's the top shotta, that rock Prada
That rhyme propa, in high school I had packs in my gym locka
Locka locka locka locka locka locka locka
(Break it down now!!)