All i care about ft. Kur Lyrics

Woah, all I really care about is family and some blue cheese, ooh-wee

All I really care about is family and some blue cheese, ooh-wee

Woah, I remember days when I was drivin' in a hooptie

Now I pull up, scat pack, and get all all the ooh-cheese and groupies

Pick the baddest one and buy a Gucci

Goin' in my pockets, left and right, then drop some blue cheese, ooh-wee

Uh, ooh-wee

Goin' in my pocket, drop some blue cheese

Now they wanna rent, like, ooh, fly, ooh-wee, ooh-me

Now they wanna rent, like, ooh-wee

The new me, uh, baby, it's the new me

I was runnin' round the hood since the part with some OGs

They moan me, and they told me that

Soon as I get famous, everybody act like they know me

Enjoy me, but they ain't just know me

Now them same n****s come around, they tryna bro me

Can't even ask, how you doin'

They be quick to, can you loan me

Now, I was over in they shoes, but they probably ever loan me

Now I know what some of them same n****s hatin', so I keep it on me

G-Lock on me, and I stay extended

Call me Paulie, but no tenant

So we gotta watch out for the police

Runnin' round the hood, V.A. daily, shit on E

Run with E.G.R. if you a dick, probably some bodies on it

Spendin' bout some years, they be sendin' shit to the commune

Hollows in his stomach, he start lickin' all this body fluid

Hollows in his stomach, he start lickin' all this body fluid

I was pullin' through it, goin' through it, gettin' through it

Had a bunch of bad days, I'm just sittin' through it

I ain't ask for this part, but I'm stickin' to it

Before the bands, I used to tell myself I'll get the Buick

I used to pass out CDs, they never listened to it

Cotton mouth, all fifteens need to get some fluid

Need to get a drink, I'm parched, I just left the bank, I drunk

And I wish Rima was alive, and I just hate that I can't call

Havin' arguments with mom, she like, why it's takin' so long

I just left for Thought House, but I ain't stayin' there that long

Sip a putty, black and white, it's chrome, I got in my zone

I got solid tens lined up, I'm thinkin', who the bone

They put trackers under cars, and then they break it, then you're home

Left that bitch at the 22, she lived at Willow Grove

Hope the money heal my soul, hope the money ease my pain

I been tryin' to achieve my goals, but it's harder to explain

Yes, I had on soul clothes, I was out there when it rained

I was messagin' this ho, I'm bout to knock her out the frame

I ain't never question bro, I know he got me in the game

I mean, how could I complain when God blessed me with these things

I mean, how could I complain, I hopped out backseat of the Range

I feel like I lost some shit, but damn, it's a fair exchange

Ram, I be tearin' up whenever people say your name

They get to my head when I got fame