Why Wouldn't I (featuring Fabolous & Paul Cain) - DJ Envy
Yeah yo Cain what up ni**a
Why wouldn't these b**ches love us ni**a
Why wouldn't these niggas hate us huh
Why wouldn't they Fab
Yeah Desert Storm uh yeah uh
Why wouldn't I talk as greasy as cheese steak meat
In a strawberry Range
Pie crust piping on the cheesecake seats
I'm known for hittin' women's soft spots
With Princess cut Canaries the size of lemon cough drops
I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your b**ch why wouldn't I
The whip got chrome shoes
Cream leather seats with old wooden sides
What's really poppin' usually boys know
This ghetto superstar with the Bruce Lee-roy glow
Niggas has to hate the outcome yeah
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year
They assassinated Malcolm
Make so much ends
I got to find faster ways to count 'em yeah
A minute on the block
How fast I make a thousand Cain
That ni**a you love to hate
Still hug blocks and bubble weight
Off the love I can't
Baby girl why wouldn't fellas stop ya
After we come through the hood in helicopters yeah
The dro I got in this wood is hela-proper
We do the damn thing how could they tell us not ta
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance
Why wouldn't these jewels make you want to glance
Why wouldn't this whip make you want to ride
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's
Why wouldn't this money make you want to hate
Why wouldn't I what
Why wouldn't I pull up to the spot yellow is all ok
Dressed in yellow linen
Covered in Canaries never a flaw uh huh
Why shouldn't I wear this much ice
The Princesses in my hair
Are clear and cut right
Why wouldn't I talk this slick why not
With a watch and bracelet this flooded
And a cross this sick
So why wouldn't I get it homes I mean
To a ni**a gettin' money like myself
A little brain that's minimal yeah
Might talk but I live it though sick chain glitter roll
Never sleep and don't stop gettin' that
Why wouldn't I have samples of raw
And academic sample the laws uh huh
Hypnotic samples the poor woo
The European sample is all yeah
Will on the right side do with the wings
Stamped on the door
It's the street family boss
I land by the shores
Get pampered by whores eat scampy and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter draw
End up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance
Why wouldn't these jewels make you want to glance
Why wouldn't this whip make you want to ride
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's
Why wouldn't this money make you want to hate
Why wouldn't I huh Why wouldn't I what
After a million scanned on it yeah
Why wouldn't the Range look like
It got 20-inch ceiling fans on it woo
Only reason you in my face ma'am
Is cause I got the same mic
Mike stat Jordan had on the "Space Jam"
Why wouldn't I chase chips
Come through Aves
Like "Pluto Nash" in Coupes that look like spaceships
Ridiculous bracelet and the outrageous
Watch with flawless rocks invisible placement
I oughta feel like a boss
Why wouldn't I get a 100 an appearance
Quarter mil a endorse
I oughta feel some remorse
Cause I'm killin' 'em out there
And a stick shift sport utility Porsche
I know when you see us it be pissin' you off
Cause you would think
We paid a fortune for the sh*t that we floss
Spend summers in my Sicily loft
Whole crib interior decoration done by Christian Dior
Baby girl I got cops that's on the payroll
Jet skies and speed boats docked up in Barbados
Green and cream Tims brocolli and potatoes
Why wouldn't you see the Storm
For the rocks and these tornadoes
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance
Why wouldn't these jewels make you want to glance
Why wouldn't this whip make you want to ride
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's
Why wouldn't this money make you want to hate
Why wouldn't I huh Why wouldn't I what
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance
Why wouldn't these jewels make you want to glance
Why wouldn't this whip make you want to ride
And why wouldn't this thing be on my side
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's
Why wouldn't this money make you want to hate
Why wouldn't I huh Why wouldn't I what
