Chingy - Don't Really Care (Bonus Track) lyrics

Yes (get it boys)its ya boy chingy once again (chingaling) Represtentin' that STL, you know what I'm sayin', trackstarz, Got to address these issues wit these ol fake a** n***as and b**hes dirty yo [Chorus: x2] I don't really care if y'all n***as hate me (go head) Cause I'm out here hustlin' gettin' mine baby, I guess that's why I carry that 380, Hot shellz off the platta if you ever play me I'm the same cat tho some of y'all Changed before 106 and park I was stuck In the grane see these record labels and Exits got me insane, mo money mo,now Watch how my money grow, and all These wack rappers I gorge em real Slow,yea I slung blow,hung on the Fo, co*ked 44's and kicked down Dooz, robbed liquor stoze,threw my Bowz, dealt wit cats who put sh** in they Noze, at the age 8 I was ridin' in a Rolls,b**hes stay mad, cause I ain't the Dad,of they child, but b**h look herr that 1 and park wild [Chorus: x2] All I do is listen to headphones and get On airplanes,one album made me rich I Know it ain't a ferr game(nuh uh) I ain't Got no sperr change,me and my cats Your thing (4's up) ya twins get on ya Knees tell me whats on your brain,we Hop in the range,wit them rims that Move, I'm a mechanic cause I keep them Handy man toolz, hommie I cant lose I Choose to crush crews (crush em)come at Me sideways get yo,peanut bruised,all I Ever wanted was a house on the hills,but How I end up with 4 cars, 4 brauds and 4 Mill (that's right) [Chorus: x2] I gotta few friends, I gotta few Ends, enough to buy that blue Benz wit A lot of blue trim,yes some new Rims, spreewellz do spin, berry blue ginn Mixed wit cherr coke hynn,I pa**ed the Dope men,the crack house just got Broke in,us they provokin', leave pistols Smokin', they choze me to play the game Herr go my token,no bring no men,come To my show then,see don't cha head be Open from the lead I'm throwin' you goin' die From chockin' wit slow wind, I'm doin' this One herr, on the strength of yo sins,if ya Talk sh**, homie check dis no win,the IRS gotta tab and I owe them, my Peeps,hand out to so now I got no Friends, the streets tellin' 'em watch it and I ain't jokin', for my son to have a future Thats what in hopin' soo [Chorus: x4]