Lyrics

Oh, I just love it it's- It's collector's item Yeah It is pretty special It almost makes me want to learn how to smoke I just love it This really means something to me I'll always treasure it as a token No, you won't Because this is for the girl who loves me The girl who cares about me for who I am Not what I look like I just wanted you to know what you'd be missing You think I don't appreciate art? You think I don't understand fashion? You think I'm not hip? You think I'm pathetic? A nerd? A lardass fatso? You think I'm shit? Well, you're wrong Because I'm champagne And you're shit Until the day you die You, not me, will always be shit Yo, never come at me Look me in my fucking eyes, nigga, when I'm talking to you I see how the fuck you look at me You believe all that shit, don't you, nigga? You believe that shit You born to the theory that I was supposed to be fucking finished or something Nigga? That shit money wasted because all sales are final If you sold me down a river or you sold me a dream, nigga, don't worry about it Because all sales are final But if I took that fucking dream you sold me and made it reality, don't be Fucking mad, nigga, because all sales are final Word But if you invested in me, then you about to double your money, baby, cause all sales are final If you think my man's gonna change the fucking game with the soul samples and nthe dual band rapper-producer, come on, motherfucker All sales are final, nigga Word It's 2003, nigga So buckle up and knuckle up, because consequence, whoo, proudly presents, all sales are final See me in the hood, nigga? ONE