Eh Different cities, different shows, my money to count Different girls come through, they cutting their bounce I need bands for a beat, no different amounts Conceited niggas, ya'll in a different town I ain't nothing like you niggas we different, we different (2x) Eh Heartbreakers be the gang, got money to burn Took over the game, now they waiting their turn Cuts some niggas off, cause you live and you learn Real nigga, I can't think of a different word Getting money everyday, like the first and the third House in the hills, my money legal, no work on the kerb That churp shit for the birds, that chill in the 'burbs, that chill like a turb We the hottest so fuck what you heard, urgh Real to the molecule, old heads in the way, man they gotta move Pardon my French bitch, parlez vous Au revoir, if you ain't cutting throw that allez ou Couple hunnids for my shoes, coat cost two Kilt the game, hating lames filing lawsuits Heartbreak Gang, I'm the boss too After I'm done, the homies don't wanna toss two Yeah You know Young rich motherfucka uh Uh Yeah we buzzing like a beehive, yeah Heartbreakers you know we fly, yeah Grand hustle like I'm T.I, yeah If you looking for my gang, yeah, they will be right here, uh Fly bitches and hallf-hass, hoes choose up, cause I bust straps I see them throwing shots, but I bust back I don't trust them hoes where there's trusts at They see me getting money, they lust at Machos to my brothers, machos to my gang HBK forever, shit will never change They say we heating up, but I ain't Dwayne More like Pat Riley, keep that money piling Keep a tanned bitch, somewhere from the islands Twenty years old, they tell me that I'm wiling Hoes tell me I'm clean, making bitches clean Just me and my money, bitches never intervene Yeah Uh I ain't nothin' like yuh, I'd never wife her I'm a real rapper, you my Kiefifer Heartbreak repper, California rider Hoes wanna ride, I tell 'em hop inside I gotta A- town down, yeah that mean that she Asian If I say she Haitis, then that means that she playin' CJ be the boy, you better praise her And she no better then come around entertainment, she ain't glazing Take a bitch wallet, maybe spend all it The pen get me paper, bitch I ain't drawin' God damn, I'm the man, pop tens, I ain't playing They saying you the man, more like Joanna man You a bitch nigga, Heartbreaker Gang be the clique, nigga You don't need a clue, to know your man on my tip, nigga I put your man on the strip, nigga California is a car, watch me make hat thing switch nigga AARRGGHH!