Don’t Want It lyrics

[Chorus]
Ya b*tches don't want it, for real
Point out what b*tch you own it (None of them) for real(I can't)
Ya b*tches don't want it, for real
Point out what b*tch you own it for real (None of them, sorry)

[Verse 1]
b*tch you ain't popping 'til I say you is
It ain't sh*t stopping 'til I say it is
Get it all at once I don't care I spin
I don't know what the f*ck a budget is
Hopped in the game I'm intercepting sh*t
Stepped outta line I'm wackin' b*tches sh*t
If they ain't gang I can't trust it
You can't compete b*tch just quit
The love they be showing so fake it's synthetics
Straight through them hoes yeah them hoes pathetic
He pee on the way and that motherf*cker epic
Mac to her face no this ain't cosmetic
Chasin' the bag you could say I'm athletic
Can't hang with you lames, ya don't match my aesthetic
I'm slaughtering b*tches it's in my genetics
I don't f*ck with no sweet b*tches I'm a diabetic
Not apologetic, I'm problematic
Under that wig, yeah your hair probably matted
To come for the kid you're gonna need different tactics
You ain't on sh*t b*tch we two different fabrics
I'm fast, you slow, two different dynamics
Run that b*tch over now she a mechanic
I've been out here winning I know they can't stand it
The kids are complex ya wouldn't understand it
[Chorus]
Ya b*tches don't want it, for real
Point out what b*tch you own it (None of them) for real(I can't)
Ya b*tches don't want it, for real
Point out what b*tch you own it for real (None of them, Sorry)
I-I-I-I swear to god they don't want it
I swear to god I be on it
If I flex in it I own it motherf*ck all my opponents
Pockets on fat yeah they be swollen
Theses b*tches don't want it (Straight up) for real (I know they don't)
Point out what b*tch you own it (Can't) for real

[Verse 2]
Your ghostwriter don't want it and you don't want it neither
I'm in love with this money and I'm not a cheater
Married to the guap and 'm never gonna leave her
4 shows in one night I'm a overachiever
They all used to doubt me now they are believers
Hanging off the bleachers they screaming go Lyiah
They like what they say yeah they wish they could be here
But they know they gotta spend a rack just to see her
'Til Killumantii gets a new Bugatti I'm murderin' n*ggas and Stacking up bodies
My wrists on hockey treat him like a hobby
My crew full of killers I roll with them jockers
Can't nobody stop me not one b*tch can top me
I could be a door and ya still couldn't knock me
Flood on my wrist yeah that b*tch is tsunami
Still a b*tch n*gga watch me pawn the sh*t he bought me
Rapping onna class I ain't stopping 'til she caught me
Flossing on TV now my haters get to watch me
Tell the jeweler watch please I don't care the cost B
Ya ain't really helping out the kid so don't ask me
Cash please, hunnits in a bag please all ya n*ggas aggy
Can't rap trashy, lick yo top lip cause that motherf*cker ashy
I hate a sl*t b*tch who be play like she classy
[Chorus]
Ya b*tches don't want it, for real
Point out what b*tch you own it (none of them) for real (i can't)
Ya b*tches don't want it, for real
Point out what b*tch you own it for real (none of them, sorry)
I-I-I-I swear to god they don't want it
I swear to god I be on it
If I flex in it I own it motherf*ck all my opponents
Pockets on fat yea they be swollen
Theses b*tches don't want it (Straight up) for real (I know they don't)
Point out what b*tch you own it (Can't) for real
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