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[Intro: $NOT]
Ayy, nigga, I know you care about
Gosha and pretty things, but
But can you tell me what you don't give a fuck about, nigga?
Like, what don’t you give a fuck about, nigga?
I don't give a fuck about... hmm, shit
Ayy
[Verse 1: $NOT]
Nice chain, red Balmains (Ayy)
Chain swang, like Pretty Things (Yuh)
Kick a bitch, call me Liu Kang (Liu Kang)
Dumb bitch, give me dumb brain, yuh
Wrist wet, wet like rain (Ayy)
Nike Swoosh, White Cocaines (Cocaína)
Iceberg, that's Gucci Mane (Burr)
Tall racks like Yao Ming (Yao Ming)
Fuck school, I’on fuck with rules (I'on fuck with 'em)
Laid back, nigga, always keep a tool (Keep a tool)
You a pussy nigga, you a fuckin' fool (You a fool)
Wait, hold up, ayy, ayy
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Pull up in some shit that's automatic (Automatic)
Hit you with some shit that's automatic
All that hating must be bad for your spirit
Bitch you fake, if you was a bag I wouldn't wear it
That's why I’m where the money at
Cross me once, ain’t no coming back
Think these bitches wanna see me dead
Cause I'm in a Porsche, not a Pontiac
That’s why I'm always by myself, ain't a soul I can really trust
High heels on Gucci gang, nah, these ain't no Lil Pump’s
Got a pole, I ain't dancing on it
Red light like a camera on it
You will never see me backpedal, if I said it, I'm standing on it
Clip long like a city block, I ain't really tryna hear you out
Say my name and I'm pullin' up, talkin' tough, but you really not
[Intro: $NOT]
Ayy, nigga, I know you care about
Gosha and pretty things, but
But can you tell me what you don't give a fuck about, nigga?
Like, what don’t you give a fuck about, nigga?
I don't give a fuck about... hmm, shit
Ayy
[Verse 1: $NOT]
Nice chain, red Balmains (Ayy)
Chain swang, like Pretty Things (Yuh)
Kick a bitch, call me Liu Kang (Liu Kang)
Dumb bitch, give me dumb brain, yuh
Wrist wet, wet like rain (Ayy)
Nike Swoosh, White Cocaines (Cocaína)
Iceberg, that's Gucci Mane (Burr)
Tall racks like Yao Ming (Yao Ming)
Fuck school, I’on fuck with rules (I'on fuck with 'em)
Laid back, nigga, always keep a tool (Keep a tool)
You a pussy nigga, you a fuckin' fool (You a fool)
Wait, hold up, ayy, ayy
[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Pull up in some shit that's automatic (Automatic)
Hit you with some shit that's automatic
All that hating must be bad for your spirit
Bitch you fake, if you was a bag I wouldn't wear it
That's why I’m where the money at
Cross me once, ain’t no coming back
Think these bitches wanna see me dead
Cause I'm in a Porsche, not a Pontiac
That’s why I'm always by myself, ain't a soul I can really trust
High heels on Gucci gang, nah, these ain't no Lil Pump’s
Got a pole, I ain't dancing on it
Red light like a camera on it
You will never see me backpedal, if I said it, I'm standing on it
Clip long like a city block, I ain't really tryna hear you out
Say my name and I'm pullin' up, talkin' tough, but you really not
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