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So What

Gorilla Zoe
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So what, so what, so what, so what, so what So what you don't like me? I don't care So what you don't like me? Well, I don't care I'm still in the club throwin' money in the air And I'm ballin' like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah So what you don't like me? Well, I don't care I'm still in the club throwin' money in the air And I'm ballin' like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ballin' like Dirk, the whiskey, the shot drops Chris Paul with the rock, they all in, boy, stop Stop what? Man, it's like a ritual Ballin' is a habit, so I guess I'm just habitual Throwin' money in the air, that's so typical But when the money's hundred-dollar bills, it's like a miracle My bitch like bitches, so I guess she is bisexual But she has good head, so I call her heterosexual So what you don't like me? Well, I don't care I'm still in the club throwin' money in the air And I'm ballin' like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah So what you don't like me? Well, I don't care I'm still in the club throwin' money in the air And I'm ballin' like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ballin' like LeBron or Michael Jordan's daddy's son Smokin' kush and by the ton, and my wrist shine just like the sun Right now I'm on the run, with my bitches havin' fun And I swear she got a sweet ass, so I call it honey bun I'm like, "Pardon me," I must be the baller of the century Monetary-ly-ly, 'cause I get it elementary I get it so easily, can't tell when it's grown I just hit the mall and swipe the card and swipe it 'til it's gone And I swear it is no limit, baby, I'm not Master P But a nigga will C-Murder if he take somethin' from me You see me, I see you, don't end up in ICU 'Cause ICU cannot revive you from what I'ma do to you So what you don't like me? Well, I don't care I'm still in the club throwin' money in the air And I'm ballin' like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah So what you don't like me? Well, I don't care I'm still in the club throwin' money in the air And I'm ballin' like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I gotta thank God for everything and everything he do And thank my older brother Jesus, I'm his son too My rims look like the sun when I pause at the park And my wrist look like the sun when I ball after dark And they say they do it big, that's a motherfuckin' fart And I'm shittin' on these niggas with the newest Chrome Hearts Don't boast and won't start Dawg, I don't like to brag, but I'm pissin' On these bitches like colostomy bags, go I know why you don't like me now after all 'Cause all you do is see me somewhere when I'm finna ball So you gon' hate So what you don't like me? Well, I don't care I'm still in the club throwin' money in the air And I'm ballin' like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah So what you don't like me? Well, I don't care I'm still in the club throwin' money in the air And I'm ballin' like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah