INTRO

I don't really care about you bitch ain’t getting intimate..

I don't really care about you bitch ain't getting intimate..

I don’t really care about you bitch ain't getting... ain't gettin...

Komar..

Ayee!

Holdup, holdup, holdup!

HOOK

I don't really care about you, bitch ain't gettin' intimate

All these hoes is trunna fuck with me they see I'm gettin' shit

I can’t say i hate you, cause I love you, but I miss you too

I don’t care 'bout dyin’, only if I'm dyin' with you girl

All these xannies in my system, I feel like I'm meltin’ man

Watches, chains and fuckin' wrist wear, these hoes want a wealthy man

Truth is that I miss you so much, that this shit ain't healthy man

And 'till I get you back I won't be sleepin' ill be stackin' bands

VERSE #1

Wow, huh, I stopped with them pills

'Cause I couldn't tell what's fake and what's real

Wow, huh, and I made a deal

I'm drippin', I'm swaggin', girl you know the drill

Everyone these days say they sold their souls for real

If you really sold them then you got some fuckin' trash ass deals

Wow, huh

One hunnid', trunna keep my shit one hunnid'

I stack cash just to blow it

That's some childish shit, ain't 'bout it

I invest it, I don't show it

Tired of flexing, but still on it

I ain't had shit, it was boring

Now I count up every morning, aye

My patience, I ain't losin'

These hoes think that they choosin'

I guess these hoes confused

But to me they ain't confusin

They trunna pull them strings

And they think it's so amusing

Young, pretty boy just getting cash

Flexin, makin' music, aye

HOOK

I don't really care about you, bitch ain't gettin' intimate

All these hoes is trunna fuck with me, they see I'm gettin' shit

I can't say i hate you, cause I love you, but I miss you too

I don't care 'bout dyin', only if I'm dyin' with you girl

All these xannies in my system, I feel like I'm meltin' man

Watches, chains and fuckin' wrist wear, these hoes want a wealthy man

Truth is that I miss you so much, that this shit ain't healthy man

And 'till I get you back I won't be sleepin' ill be stackin' bands

VERSE #2

Baby you don't love me, all this money is appealing

I said that shit long time ago, and nowadays I'm chilling

Your panties getting wet, when the bands up to the ceiling

But I know you be leaving, if them bands start disappearing

Baby I don't love you, get the fuck up of my lap hoe

I done had real love, that shit cannot be replaced hoe

You smoked weed, but you still be geekin', that shit prob'ly laced hoe

If you don't make me money, from my life you get erased hoe

I ain't getting close to you

My shit I won't expose to you

You say your boyfriend balling?

Well I guess then, I'm D-Rose for you

I don't even cap, when I say I got no feelings

I don't even need a gun, I'm still making a killing

HOOK

I don't really care about you, bitch ain't gettin' intimate

All these hoes is trunna fuck with me, they see I'm gettin' shit

I can't say i hate you, cause I love you, but I miss you too

I don't care 'bout dyin', only if I'm dyin' with you girl

All these xannies in my system, I feel like I'm meltin' man

Watches, chains and fuckin' wrist wear, these hoes want a wealthy man

Truth is that I miss you so much, that this shit ain't healthy man

And 'till I get you back I won't be sleepin' ill be stackin' bands