Chamillionaire Koopa Don't Care song lyrics

Why the hell should koopa care [x3]

Why the hell should koopa care [x3]

Why the hell should koopa care if you don't think that's he the best

Your opinions nothin' to me that means your opinion-less

Got the charger transformin' growling it's like it's possessed

Money come quick my American gon get expressed

Why the hell should koopa care we ain't havin' naked sex

You ain't tryna give me checks don't even hit me on the text

So proud of his rap career really thinkin' that he fresh

If you ever cross me your career is gon be fresh to death

Now this chick that I just met

Tellin' me it's 9 o'clock

All these diamonds in my watch it's hard to read around the clock

Talking all up in my ear notices the diamond rock

You'd think I was signed ta block the way these brauds be on the joc

Why the hell should koopa care call it paper call it gwop

On the west they call it scrilla I just know I got alot

Presidents inside my pock-et I pull obamas out

Bet she secret service me like the police obamas got

Now your time is runnin' out so is you fins ta ride or not

Just need you ta let me break you off like a karate chop

Karate chop bedroom door that got a lock

Her man is gone she say she home alone like Maculley Caulkin

I make your body rock and if you don't your money back

She divin' for balls like the Shaq attack ta that's a rap

Call me up to conversate bout where the dough exactly at

I'll be on the line like you hear me with a hack a shack

Got a confession, my wallet never zips closed

Outta the city, my wallet gotta zip code

Shout out to semi Hakeem is not a prince though

Cause now I'm feelin' like a king the way I get dough

Get mo, down to the flo, my rhyme finna blow, don't sound liek a ho

Cause y'all be talkin' like some snitches the whole time finna know

You know me I'm better with bread than Betty Crocker

Got a safe could'ntfit alla my bread I got a locker

How come every girl that get in my bed is not a bopper

Every rapper that tell me he go fed is really ka ka

Male groupie move around and quickly take a pic

Or putcha wrist under the butter knife and make a slit

I'm talkin' money cause I know it make my haters sick

Open your mouth the barrel's big but I'm a make it fit