[Intro: Peezy]
You know me and my niggas'll fuck the whole check off, the whole check
Give no fucks, nigga
(Okay, KMoney)
[Chorus: Peezy]
Twenty thousand on me cash, I don't give no fucks
Got two hundred on the dash, I don't give no fucks
Walk in, blow a bag, I don't give no fucks
Leave the mall draggin' bags, I don't give no fucks
I'ma shine, I'ma flex, I don't give no fucks
Nigga say he fucked my ex but I don't give no fucks
Nigga said he up next, I don't give no fucks
Hit the club, make a mess, I don't give no fucks
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Talkin' to the jeweler, need my chain made custom
I ain't gotta be there for them boys to touch you
I don't fall in love, bitch, I wanna fuck you
I got on-hand cash, I do what I want to
Spin the 'Cat outside and ride it
Told my Cali plug he can only send exotic
Candy on the Audi look like patent leather products
Call your plan triple, if you send him some, delight us
Thinkin' to myself, "Damn, what would Reek do?"
Take 'em to Virginia, turn around for three-two
She went through my phone, damn baby, be cool
I'd rather pull up with my shit than fuck around with these fools
Dolce on my t-shirt
Don't you know before the rap I got it out the streets first?
You gon' have to take some risks if you wanna be turnt
Chain on her neck while she blow me, you'd be hurt
You know me and my niggas'll fuck the whole check off, the whole check
Give no fucks, nigga
(Okay, KMoney)
[Chorus: Peezy]
Twenty thousand on me cash, I don't give no fucks
Got two hundred on the dash, I don't give no fucks
Walk in, blow a bag, I don't give no fucks
Leave the mall draggin' bags, I don't give no fucks
I'ma shine, I'ma flex, I don't give no fucks
Nigga say he fucked my ex but I don't give no fucks
Nigga said he up next, I don't give no fucks
Hit the club, make a mess, I don't give no fucks
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Talkin' to the jeweler, need my chain made custom
I ain't gotta be there for them boys to touch you
I don't fall in love, bitch, I wanna fuck you
I got on-hand cash, I do what I want to
Spin the 'Cat outside and ride it
Told my Cali plug he can only send exotic
Candy on the Audi look like patent leather products
Call your plan triple, if you send him some, delight us
Thinkin' to myself, "Damn, what would Reek do?"
Take 'em to Virginia, turn around for three-two
She went through my phone, damn baby, be cool
I'd rather pull up with my shit than fuck around with these fools
Dolce on my t-shirt
Don't you know before the rap I got it out the streets first?
You gon' have to take some risks if you wanna be turnt
Chain on her neck while she blow me, you'd be hurt
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