Why Wouldn't I (feat. Paul Cain)

Yeah, yo Cain (what up nigga)

Why wouldn't these bitches love us nigga?

Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh?

(Why wouldn't they Fab?)

Yeah, (Desert Storm), uh, yeah, uh

Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat

In a strawberry Range, pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats

I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots

With princess cut canaries the size of lemon cough drops

I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop

Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks

Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?

The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden sides

Uh, yeah, what's really poppin', usually boys know

This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow

Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)

Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm

Make so much ends, I got to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)

A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)

That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight

All for the love of cake

Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?

After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)

The dro I got in this wood, is hela-proper

We do the damn thing, how could they tell us not to

Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?

Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?

(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?

And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)

Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?

Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?

(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)

Why wouldn't I what?

Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot, yellow Azure (ok)

Dressed in yellow linen, covered in Canaries never a flaw (uh huh)

Why shouldn't I wear this much ice

The princesses in my ear, are clear and cut right

Why wouldn't I talk this slick (why not?)

With a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?

So why wouldn't I get at hoes (I mean)

To a nigga gettin' money like myself,

A little brain that's minimal (yeah)

Might talk but I live it though, sick chain glitter roll

Never sleep and don't stop gettin dough

Uh, hold up Cain, uh, why wouldn't I have samples of raw (uh huh)

In Akademik sample velours

Hypnotic samples to pour

The European sample Azure

Wheel on the right side 'B' with the wings stamped on the door

It's the street family boss, I land by the shores

Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws

The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws

That's up to they get cramps in they jaws

I keep tefs jammed in the four

Amp weed to draw, end up in a wheelchair ramp by your door

Why wouldn't this joint make you wanna dance?

Why wouldn't these jewels make you wanna glance?

(Why wouldn't this whip make you wanna ride?

And why wouldn't this thing be on my side?)

Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?

Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?

(Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?)

Why wouldn't I huh? Why wouldn't I what?

After a million scanned on it (yeah)

Why wouldn't the Range look like it

Got 20-inch ceiling fans on it (woo)

Only reason you in my face ma'am

Is cause I got the same Nikes that Jordan had on in "Space Jam"

Why wouldn't I chase chips

Come through Aves,

Like "Pluto Nash" in Coupes that look like spaceships

Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous

Watch with flawless rocks, invisible placement

Uh, I oughta feel like a boss (uh huh)

Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance, quarter mil a endorse

I oughta feel some remorse

Cause I'm killin' 'em out there,

And a stick shift sport utility Porsche

Yeah, I know when you see us, it be pissin' you off

Cause you would think we paid a fortune for the shit that we floss

Spend summers in my Sicily loft

Whole crib, interior decoration done by Christian Dior

(Baby girl), I got cops thats on the payroll

Jet skies, and speed boats docked up in Barbados

Green and cream Tims, brocolli and potatoes

Why wouldn't you see the Storm for the rocks and these tornadoes

- 2X