We Don't Luv Em - Remix

Ooh, yeah

MONY POWR RSPT, nigga

It's a money set, you know what I'm saying?

Everybody getting money, nigga (D-D-Danny Wolf)

Yeah, Pablo Juan

(Wop)

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving, potholes

Bad bitch, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon' bust it

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back

Backwoods smoking, it's fat

Dressing like I got a sack

I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Four-door coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that

Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses

Expensive glasses like I'm teaching class

Too fresh to take out the trash

Fresh to death, where is my casket?

I always stay with assassins

I'm always laced with the fashion

Teacher gave me an F, that's fantastic

VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing

Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbin'

I got the Louis V Supreme collabin'

Bought a mansion way away like a cabin

Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy, huh

You a beggar, I'm a hustler

I'm the dealer, you the customer

Catch up, little nigga, I'm mustard

Smokin' the Backwoods, they coming from Russia

I ain't never really trust you

Knew I should've never trust you

You ain't real, you a buster

These niggas was always sus'

These niggas start snitching for nothing

These niggas wanna live by the gun

Guess what, you gon' get what you want

El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving, potholes

Bad bitch, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon' bust it

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting (Huh?)

I got her from my cousin

So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em (Go)

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back (Huh?)

Backwoods smoking, it's fat

Dressing like I got a sack

I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach (Huh?)

Bad bitch and her ass fat (Yeah, Wop)

Four-door coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that

If I come by, lieutenant

Don't test, the water chilly

My pinky a quarter ticket

Had to grind smart to get it

Limited, exclusive edition

They waitin' in line to get it

That ain't your time, I did it (Huh?)

I didn't get a dime, a visit (No)

I been had the sauce, I'm drippin' (Drip)

'Fore I had a pot to piss in

My car just lost the ceilin' (Damn)

My girl just lost her feelin' (Huh?)

Gucci gettin' richer than richy (It's Gucci)

Bitches say Gucci saddity

She just did her ass and her titties

Well, skeet on her face 'cause she pretty (Blegh)

I tell her, (Pew) gone

Like the Road Runner

Might stash your phone number (Wop)

Ho get the wrong number

I'm stacking all winter (Huh?)

I'm stuntin' all summer (Yeah)

And I need a grown woman (Huh?)

'Cause I got grown money

Wop (Go)

The money go where I go (Money)

Smoking on gelato (Gelato)

Foreign car swerving, potholes (Pablo Juan)

Bad bitch, she from Chicago (Yeah)

She freaky, she gon' bust it

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting (She thick)

I got her from my cousin

So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back

Backwoods smoking, it's fat (It's fat)

Dressing like I got a sack (Ooh)

I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach ('Bach)

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Four-door coupe, it got a hatch (Hatch)

On the Xans, I might crash that (Skrr)