We Don't Luv Em (Remix)

Ooh yeah

Mony Powr Rspt ****

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

Everybody gettin' money, **** (Danny Wolf)

Yeah, Pablo Juan

(Guwop)

The money go where I go

Smokin' on gelato

Foreign car swervin', pothole

Bad bitch, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon' bust

She thick as fuck, I'm lustin'

I got her from my cousin

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

Fuck that

I wanna hit from the back

Backwoods smokin', it's fat

Dressin' like I got a sack

I pull up, jump out the back

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Four-door coupe, she got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that

Car got gadgets, my bitch she got ass

Expensive glasses like I'm teachin' class

Too fresh to take out the trash

Fresh to death, where is my casket?

I always stay with assassins

I'm always late with the fashion

Teacher gave me an L, that fantastic

VS diamonds on me, look how they flashin'

Rockin' Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbin'

I got the Louis V, Supreme collabbin'

Bought a mansion way away like a cabin

Takin' off my swag, I feel like your daddy

You a beggar, I'm a hustler

I'm the dealer, you the customer

Catch up, little ****, I'm mustard

Smokin' the Backwoods, they comin' from Russia

I ain't never really trust you

Knew I shoulda never trust you

You ain't real, you a buster

These **** was always sus'

These **** start snitchin' for nothin'

These **** wanna live by the gun

Guess what? You gon' get what you want

El Patron, ****, I want a ton

The money go where I go

Smokin' on gelato

Foreign car swervin', pothole

Bad bitch, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon' bust

She thick as fuck, I'm lustin'

I got her from my cousin

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

Fuck that

I wanna hit from the back

Backwoods smokin', it's fat

Dressin' like I gotta sack

I pull up, jump out the back

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Four-door coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that

If I come by it's tinted

Don't trust 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

Danny your time, I did it

I didn't get a dime, a visit

I been had the sauce, I'm drippin'

'Fore I had a pot to piss in

My car just lost the ceiling

My girl just lost her feeling

Gucci getting richer than rich

Bitches say Gucci saddity

She just did her ass and her titties

Well skeet on her face 'cause she pretty

I tell her, go on

Like a road runner

Might stash your phone number

Ho get the wrong number

I'm stacking all winter

I'm stuntin' all summer

And I need a grown woman

'Cause I got grown money, Guwop

The money go where I go

Smokin' on gelato

Foreign car swervin', pothole

Bad bitch, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon' bust

She thick as fuck, I'm lustin'

I got her from my cousin

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

Fuck that

I wanna hit from the back

Backwoods smokin', it's fat

Dressin' like I gotta sack

I pull up, jump out the back

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Four-door coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that