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I'm hardly moved by it all, I'm not impressed one bitYou gonna go broke, man, too much money for yo' shitLosing respect while you gaining a checkGot some chains & a Lex while yo' Pappy still remain in the 'jectsYou don't wanna get on doing some shit that you'll regretCause you can bang out or take it all away to pay back that debtTimes tre' in less than a day but it's okay to be brokeWith a pocket full of change and a head full of hopeWorking hard to get what little you got & happy to have itEven when you lose it you should feel blessed to have even had itTo hell to what kind of car you gotWe all drive in the same trafficYou c'stop telling me 'bout yo' fancy purchase & bad habitsAnd try to make the next generation's lives... a little less tragicbring back the magic & the sparkle to the kids' eyesLife's bigger than diamonds, it crush your record label, medallions, platinum records and your watch face sizeThe shit's nice to have, true indeedJust realize what's most importantBe humble with what you're sportingCause most people can't afford itWaving food in front of a hungry man'll get yo' ass gotLetras de cancionesJust like dimes wantin' food & can't pay rentwill get yo' ass shotNow it's okay to get that meal ticketJust don't sell out yourself, your family, or your peopleto get itNiggaz will do just about anything to ballI'm just not moved by it all...Cause long chains & big rings really ain't my thingAnd you will never hear me use the term "bling-bling"Not hatin' on ya man, it just ain't a song I singCause under all that shiny shit there ain't much to be seenFancy cars, 20-inch rims, high-priced clothesI'd rather ride with my woman in a box-Chevy with 30's & VogesIt's good being comfortable & live to ballPlus less people callI'm just not moved by it all...Well One day I'm a be looted up, pockets bulgingHolding down the knob, electric button in the dash, folding down the topNot around the cops, won't be slowing up to see them passWhen them fools stopSmoking high quality crop, eyes bloodshot in a Luxury dropinstead of on the bus stopThough we must not take for granted the blessing we've been handed, Take advantageso we can resume our right to place us on this planetEver since I was young I have always been reprimandedFor talking shit along with talking loudBut now, I use my shit talking for rockin' crowdsAnd it's gonna make me rich, but I'm a never forget'Cause even as a millionaireI'm still gon' be ditchin' cabs for fun in the eveningsAnd on the weekends I'm a go to the club rocking $50 in clothes & a diamond earring the size of ClevelandAnd I'll be cheesin' 'cause everybody is believin' that it's fakeI won't be strapped to leave the club lateI can breathe easy cause these niggaz won't hateAs long as they don't think it's realIt's the same way behind the wheelAnd I ain't trying to be harassed by the copsOr rushed by fools who keep in touch with jailSo the outside of my whip is gon' be plain as fuckWhile the inside of my shit's gonna be plush as hellI'm trying to stay lo-keyWindows tinted black; could be alone or I could be 4-deepMake you think twice before you approach meAin't no telling what I keep under a clothes; meDrive past slow, everybody's lookin' closelyBut I ain't on the same shit that you onI'm just trying to get home & watch videos of silly hoesjock these fools that claim that they ballI love the musicI'm just not moved by they callI'm just not moved by it all.... From Letras Mania