Sterling Sound in New York City, New York - Please Don't Mind lyrics

[b**bonic] You could turn the mic down a lil' bit C'mon [Mr. Man] M-R Dot M-A-N B Double O B-O-N-I-C (*4X*) [b**bonic] Excuse me b**h what's your name Couple dollars ain't it so what's your game Known fact cause I'm gettin' the cash Don't dance face to face, b**h gimme the a** I'll help you out if you had a long day Dick like, good advice, it could go a long way Front, cause I knocked cha'll down I could remodel homes, I knock walls down I'm wit all, that sh** y'all Talk about, oh what I don't hit raw Naw, hit the floor like a bank hold up Have I ever loved a chick lemme think, hold up No, I'm all about the dough He shouldn't give a f** if it's not your ho Oh, that hatin' sh** you did, ain't done us Playas and we get more head then new hundreds [Hook: Pharell Williams] Please don't mind, how I pursue Don't take it personal girl that's how thugs do Let's get high, sit for a few And after that let's go I'm f**in you [Mr. Dot-Man] Yo, let me tell you how I pursue Spit game in they ear, and it's proper too Say we stayin' at the Fount with Blue I'mma ball every day, spend a grand or two (psyche) Hit the beach, forget the sheets Get it down right there, chick touch your feet Loc roll, that's so much game Y'all think y'all know my aim That's a joke like Marlon Wayans, lame And it ain't got no change Chick listen up, want dick or what? Take that, that's the only thing I'm givin' up Only sent, it's the dream that your 'gone get Hit for free, then Boo 'gone hit No they not like M-O dot I hit, touch base, and ball like White Sox [Hook - 2x] [b**bonic] Look around dawg, what you see n***a Whole lotta model b**hes then me n***a Me and Don in a drop and this pearl With j**els so sick make n***as wanna hurl Do it look like I care that's your girl? She diggin' me, and love that I'm all the way thorough You talkin' sh**, don't concern her As far as f**in' go, hit more b**hes than Ike Turner [Mr. Dot-man] I send 'em home in the cab to tell I play 'em more high notes than Patti LaBelle (plus) You gel, heavywear at (and) Got ice in your bezie wher it at? Y'all dudes is strictly losers We 'gone blow like lightbulbs and fuses Tell your man he better slow his role Our guns'll make James Brown lose his soul [Hook - 4x]