[Verse 1: DJ Quik] I don't really give a fuck what you think I only really give a fuck what you drink I'm a bar-tender, car spender, a dick lender, cash spender, ass bender A ass spender Get it crackin like a bar throw in here A whorehouse, got these bitches walkin naked through out the whole house What the fuck U think my life is about? Bitches hatin What the fuck U think that butter knife was about? Bitches hatin Tell what the fuck this niggas dick is about Do he just be talkin' shit? No I doubt He got years of clout Like reballin credit line on a Mastercard Drived it right between the pussy then I bash the broad Then I took it for a minute As I punch through my code Tehn I waited for the pearls come out Loan put on hold, Bankrupt, get ya stank stunk Frontin like Pooh bear, I opened up ya cock