We Don’t N.O.R.E. (Ft. City Boy Dee, Rick Ross & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Pre-Hook: Ty Dolla Sign]
Been there, done that
She a rat, she gonn' run that
Money cars clothes
Any dime piece souls
We cuff them, we pass them
Do them hoes like matter
Now 'lil bitch on madams
You ain't gotta ask I'm smashin'
You ain't gotta ask for them rollies
Everything I ride is foreign
Got a little bitch that's foreign
Fuck my other bitch she borin'
My gold 24 karats
If it ain't a nigga won't wear it
Tell her wear your own weed I ain't sharing
Tell that bitch nigga stop staring

[Hook: N.O.R.E. and Ty Dolla Sign]
'Cause we don't fuck with 'em niggas
We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no
'Cause we don't fuck with 'em niggas
We don't fuck with 'em niggas
No, no, no, no, no