Japanese Denim lyrics

[Verse 1:]
All the hatin' ain't gonna get you paid
All they talking gonna get you laid
Sell you a record for two hundred K
And buy a Rollie with a diamond face
What you talking bout hater, what you talking bout
In that little apartment n*gga you can barely walk around
Living room so big I could probably drive a car round
If you talking sh*t n*gga
I might turn this car around

[Bridge:]
I got a few compliments for some bad whores
But because of them
n*gga I'mma act an as*h*le

[Chorus:]
Got on my favorite leather jacket and my jeans with fifty gees in them
And not to mention that have on Japanese denim
I’m the flyest motherf*cker in this motherf*ckering club
Surrounded by all the n*ggas that I love
Surrounded by bunch of b*tches I could f*ck
And I couple killers who don't really give a f*ck

[Verse 2:]
All that snitchin' ain't gonna set you free
All that wishing gonna make you Me
Dropped out of collage, I got no degree
But black cards got no limit
Call me Master P
What you drilling for n*gga
What you grilling for
And you got my old girl
What you, what you stealing for?
On that loud talk let me know you’re in your feelings though
I think in all these disscusions all I feel is …