Dey Ain't No - E-40

Zapp IV beneath the ashtray  woofers in the back 
Water in the duals make loud glass pack 
Gold tippytoes without a liquor crown 
Bought a set of vogues and left the  stickers on 
Seven grand worth a buck for the trunks 
Paid cash  all ones 
Some old bitch came up to me and said  "What's the latest bro?" 
I said  "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe" 
She said  "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard" 
I said, "You can work the strips and on my boulevard" 
"How much would I make?" I said, "Mega 
Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper" 
Heart heart money money street street hustle 
Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble 
Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin 
Sound just like the inside of a club-bin 
How many times could a Conrad come so buttery? 
Always on to' back have people lovin me 
Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick B 
I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see 
Drunk paraphenalia cream butterscotch 
Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks 
Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that 
cabbage cornbread like Oprah 
Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoe 
Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt 
In a Major Way I tried to told ya 
Niggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know a 
Sold a bunch of units underground 
They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town 
Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main 
But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main 
*chorus* 
We say dem niggaz P.H. 
But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no 
Me rather stack more papes 
And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo' sho' 
Revenues, on my mind 
I can't hold back, now's the time