WWW - Sts, Count Justice

All I know is women, weed and what to wear

Some people think I’m shallow, baby, I don’t care

We could talk politics and world affairs

I’d rather talk about purple haze and Damier

Cause' all I know is women, weed and what to wear

All I know is women, weed and what to wear

All I know is women, weed and what to wear

All I know is women, weed and what to wear

Make it look so nice don’t it

So fly that he couldn’t put a price on it

So hot make a nigga throw ice on it

My god make a nigga put Christ on it

Once the money came, I ain’t think twice on it

I got dressed to kill, I put my life on it

I be a player for life, I put my wife on it

Married to the game, nigga throw some rice on it

Damn, don’t it feel so fly

Why would haters want to kill my high

I just want to get her heels up high

Red bottoms to the ceilings, a little kill in the sky

I, keep it real, why lie

Heat it up like the middle of July

Make a bad bitch feel a little shy

And baby I don’t deny

For my Polo niggas, that pull a heist on it

Bring it back to the hood, half price on it

So smooth, nigga you could shoot dice on it

Black tie, but the blue is midnight on it

Just relax yourself, I got on it

Everything I do is crack, no pipe on it

Niggas couldn’t see me if I put the lights on it

Looks solid, but it’s really pin-stripes on it

Don’t it make you want to roll up

See a bad chick, tell her hold up

We hit the mall, and I tell her go nuts

Baby, you a work of art tell them niggas don’t touch

Shop until we burnt out like a clutch

She don’t some j’s, burn it down with a dutch

I can’t settle down until my money’s like Russ

What I do know, if I don’t know much