You Wouldn't Understand (feat. Paul Wall & Millyz)

What it do What it damn do Paul Wall Dom Dirtee wassup baby? That money that's wassup, man You know what I'm talmbout? Ay Big money talk Bullshit walk True to the game Until I'm outlined in chalk They haters all gawk, they just do what they can While I, Do what I want, yes I am the man With the Patek Philippe Hundred grand on my hand If I, may be so bold and classic leather the band If they, wanna confirm im verified in advance If you, gettin' your paper up then I am a fan It is I, the Ice Man Cold front initiator Throw the H up Definition of a player Real major Go'on n, do me a favor Please don't do me no favors Yo, Dom Dirtee, what we gone do with these haters? Usually the ones trollin' pockets on hiatus If you seen the hours I clock, it's outrageous Stacking up these Ms takes an awful lots of patience I switch up my hustle like a rapper switch cadence Dedicated to the grind throughout all the changes Tryna level up my pockets, ballin come in stages Cuz in this game loyalty is quite advantageous You know what I'm sayin? You know what I'm talking bout? But nah you wouldn't understand What it do But nah you wouldn't understand What it damn do Paul Wall But nah you wouldn't understand Dom Dirtee wassup, baby That money But nah you wouldn't understand Look Do me a favor Never do me no favors I was raised off goonie behavior Hustle by nature I hit the corner, Maserati swerve Cut all my side bitches off Because they was on my nerves Started trappin out of the projects Took it to the burbs Double my dollars Put it back right back into rappin these words Music and Murder, they steal my style All these rappers is lurkers Mask on, lights off All my homies is is purgers, Screaming RING THE ALARM Another hater dyin Homie love to talk loud And watch him fade to silence Shout out my New York homies tryna escape the island Shout out Texas, reckless, when they wave the iron 617 state of mind that I am Uh in eternally, It just occurred to me You suckas commit perjury In studios, groupie hoes My toolie holds, more than 15 shots to blam But nah you wouldn't understand Blanco But nah you wouldn't understand Dom Dirtee, Paul Wall But nah you wouldn't understand Ay man... hip-hop shit But nah you wouldn't understand You know the muthafuckin vibes But nah you wouldn't understand