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

[Verse 1: Fabolous] 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 a** n***as 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 [Hook: Fabolous] Smoking on loud Swagga to the max Bad b**hes 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 [Verse 2: Fabolous] Might be how I'm feeling mixed with what I'm drinking Got me on some sh**, 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 a** say some stupid sh** And have my dog laying on your house on some snoopy sh** Ball player swag, that's what out the hoop and sh** Two chicks at the house, that Hanging with Mr.Cooper sh** 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 d**h or you eat to survive [Hook: Fabolous] Smoking on loud Swagga to the max Bad b**hes 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 [Verse 3: Red Cafe] 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 b**h down Find the next fire escape I'm high so nothing ain't farfetched Out in Houston with my rocket no... f** with that Street Fam f** 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 [Hook: Fabolous] Smoking all out Swagger to the max Bad b**hes 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