Lyrics:

[Intro: French Montana] This shit I wrote quick Shit I hate Broke niggas, that always got something to say Got some nerve to have an opinion [Hook: French Montana] I don't give a fuck what you say about me Broke nigga two cents don't matter Give a fuck what you say about me Broke bitch two cents don't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, ohh [Verse 1] There's a meaning to the kissin' of the ring The gods don't mingle with the mortals Peasants ain't sittin' with the kings Goliath ain't worried 'bout your sling And Cassius ain't bothered by your swings You niggas keep rappin' 'bout your dreams, my reality 50 birds waitin' in the wings Do it my way, I hit the highway with the batter So when Kanye go on his hia', it don't matter Since you talking 'bout me, then let's talk about this money Let's talk about the cars and why mines shaped funny Lets' talk about the fact you'll never take nothin' from me Lets talk about the fact you niggas hate I'm up and runnin' RG3 nigga, be that Runnin' through this money and these white women Spike Lee see that She gotta have it and I gotta give it And you do not relate cause you niggas do not live it, no [Hook: French Montana] I don't give a fuck what you say about me Broke nigga two cents don't matter Give a fuck what you say about me Broke bitch two cents don't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, ohh [Verse 2] Attention seekers beware, I will grant wishes We can take this so much further than your mentions I can get your eulogy on YouTube for instance Have the whole world view the body Since y'all claim I'm Illuminati, tell me why would you try me? Kennedy, John F., or Bobby Almost caught Reagan, but they stopped us at the lobby And that was broad day, so how the fuck you gon' stop me? You lil' niggas just dirty mine's is Zero Dark Thirty Mine is night vision, witch huntin', ride for Pac worthy I'm coke boy leanin' on you niggas If money talk then I must be screamin' on you niggas Top of the pile I was two thirds away I was sidetracked busy selling two birds a day, God Death is just a U-turn away Two men ten paces then you turn and spray [Hook: French Montana] - [X2] I don't give a fuck what you say about me Broke nigga two cents don't matter Give a fuck what you say about me Broke bitch two cents don't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, ohh [Outro] My Name is my name!