[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
I don't really give a fuck what you think
I only really give a fuck what you drink
I'm a bar-tender, car spender, a dick lender, cash spender,
ass bender
A ass spender
Get it crackin like a bar throw in here
A whorehouse, got these bitches walkin naked through out the
whole house
What the fuck U think my life is about?
Bitches hatin
What the fuck U think that butter knife was about?
Bitches hatin
Tell what the fuck this niggas dick is about
Do he just be talkin' shit? No I doubt
He got years of clout
Like reballin credit line on a Mastercard
Drived it right between the pussy then I bash the broad
Then I took it for a minute
As I punch through my code
Tehn I waited for the pearls come out
Loan put on hold, Bankrupt, get ya stank stunk
Frontin like Pooh bear, I opened up ya cock