Carmine - I Don't Pay Dues Lyrics

Let my old hoe meet my new hoe relationship goals
Cómo se dice are y'all with it or no
Private flight to LA as far as privacy goes
Even the pilot want a pic that's just the way that shit goes
I been counting on myself since eleven years old
I did long division with the coke and carried the "4"
Gucci jacket laid out like a duvet on a bed
I let the money talk I don't speak on the dead
You gotta stand with it, there ain't no plan with it
Look me in my eye dog I'm still the man with it
I see what you're saying like I'm under the lamp with it
This that f*cking, ummf, come with a stamp in it
There's an art to the way I'm hopping in and out of coupes
I ain't seen a bad day in many many moons
These your grails but these just my tennis shoes
I hit my closet and do eeny-meeny-choose
Sick of y'all, doctor note, get you out of school
Everyone knows I'ma blow like a powder room
Pause that whole last shit like a DVD
Can't play myself like Baby Boy on BET

If it's peace out your grill like Mercedes Benz
You won't hear metal like the 80's bands
Just my Chase checking account got like 80 bands
Not to mention my pockets got like a paper jam
I'm a god, sex symbol to the ladies, man
It's gon' take a lot just to take a hand
All my girls racked up, racked up
All yo bitches aint got that much
And I pray to God that you make amends
King James version, not a Lakers fan
I don't show respect, I don't pay dues
If you waiting on it you got time to lose
Drip game like a playoff game, tell 'em
Switch lane like my f*cking mind change, tell 'em
With my brothers like a real Wayans brother
We aint sorry like Ruben Studdard
If you got a problem then that's all yo' problem
I ain't got no words like a crossword problem
I don't show respect, I don't pay dues
If you waiting on it you got time to lose