We Don’t Love Em Travis Porter

[Verse 1: Ali]
Do I wanna get to know ya?
I don't know
But do I wanna fuck you?
Shit, maybe so
What you doing later?
Maybe I'll just take you home
And when I leave in the morning, baby, don't call my phone
'Cause I don't want you, girl
I don't love you, girl
Just wanna fuck you, girl
Take you to Ali world
And now you trippin, girl
Eh, what you sippin, girl?
No catching feelings, you better get to dippin, girl
Look at my [?] girl
This that rich shit
See I don't fuck around, I need a rich bitch
Might pull up to the mall, and buy an outfit
And take her to the club, she looking good as shit
I got my ex girl jealous when we pulled up
It's like the whole club pause when we pulled up
And last of all, I don't love these hoes
And what's that saying they be saying? Oh yeah, bros over hoes

[Chorus: Strap]
No strings atached, we just fucking
I wanna be your cuddy buddy, not your husband
I'm the type of nigga to keep it 100
So tell me what the business is, is you with it? Is we fucking?
We don't love 'em
We don't love 'em
We don't need 'em
We don't hug 'em
We don't cuff 'em
We don't keep 'em
We don't wanna kiss 'em
We just freak 'em
We don't love 'em
We don't love 'em
We don't need 'em