[Verse 1 Dumbfoundead] The day I met her I looked bummy as hell Aint got money, Honey, but down to get you something on sale She dont care, we gonna bear through the hardships Prepare to be car sick, two players in this car trip shes all game A down chick, shes seen my bounced checks But still aint bounced yet, and rode to my sound checks Hoes are down at my shows and as loud as the crowd gets Comes around with a towel to wipe down my brow sweat Her flower scent has me ignoring all my account debts No cash, her friends telling her, Leave his broke ass But she wont dash, no one knows what we both have And I keep it lowpro so the homies dont laugh They clowning, Dumbfoundead that was bit by the bug This is the Beatles equal to Cant By Me Love [Hook] She dont care that Im broke She dont care I aint got a car All she wants is to keep me company She knows Im a wino And she knows Im not yet a star But on the stereo she keeps on bumping me [Verse 2 Intuition] My baby dont care Im not a baller Shes just happy that I care enough to call her I only live a little bit above squalor But when Im with her I feel 3 feet taller All her friends try to say she could do so much greater But me and her were both like, Oh shucks hater I mean Im bout to make so much paper They can kiss my ass cheeks Ill do a toetouch later Yup, I only got a single bed But when she and I be mingling that monetary thing is dead We dont believe in cream like other rap singers said She knows I got to pay rent, she dont expect a ring instead And I do got a car, but its just a Honda Civic I cant drive it to far cause its got a mileage limit Been working too hard to worry bout some bank digits We are who we are and thats why were sticking with it [Hook] [Verse 3 NoCanDO] Yo, fellasyo My girl dont mind if Im broke I dont need her Im thinking maybe I outta leave her No! Mamas bad all I had was an olive branch Thought she wouldnt feel me like a hologram I was almost Positive K I hear that old I got a man Then she said lets go Dutch like Rotterdam, damn She seen me hand to hand hustlin Her 12 hours Cal Trans with that court ordered punishment When I was rocking mics, well, she was rocking them hips Like a metronome and Im what made her tick, tick, tick Babys brighter than her lip stick is Ladys tighter than my chipless fist once wrenchpinched in She knows I aint in on that getrichquick But most of all she can kiss, kiss, kiss Shes far from low maintenance But I keep her closer than I keep them handout honeys waiting for donations [Hook]
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