2 Fucks Hustle Gang (Ft. B.o.B, Chip, T.I., Trae tha Truth, Travis Scott & Young Dro)

[Intro: Chip]
Hustle Gang
London Boy in the building
Oh shit, by the way, UK
Wha ah gwaan

[Verse 1: Chip]
Okay so niggas wanna hate on me, I don't give two fucks
You better mind who you have your kids with
Or your baby momma will get cocked
I like girls who come roll my weed, pour her up, pour her up
Even if I run out of money bet I won't run out of luck
My nigga ride who I grew up in the hood for real
I had dreams bout a house on the hills
There's a couple things that we'd run from
And that is police and bills
Before I fucking die I'm going to sniff up a mil
I do it for the pussy & the money & the thrill
My nigga it's fuck you & your opinion too
If your name is not on my will

[Chorus: Chip]
I don't give two fucks, I don't give two fucks
I don't give two fucks, I don't give two fucks

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
If I'm in the building you know I'm screwed up
Even in a threesome, I don't give two fucks
Got so many bitches I'm gonna need two trucks
I'mma need two trucks, I'mma need a few trucks
Lame ass nigga just fuck my cool up
Lyin' ass ho trynna spread rumors
Men gon lie, a women gon lie
So when you think about it who can you trust
Nobody, nobody
Errbody worry bout the old bobby
I got two blunts rolled up in each earpiece
I’ll turn your party to a dro party
All about my green like a neo solo artist
I be coming off the top like a tobogan
I say I don't give a fuck
Can't deal with it that's your problem, ho