We Don’t Luv Em lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, n*gga
It's a money set, you know what I'm saying?
Everybody getting money, n*gga (D-D-Danny Wolf)
Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad b*tch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as f*ck, I'm lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em
f*ck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwoods smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach
Bad b*tch and her ass fat
Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1]
Car got gadgets, my b*tches got asses
Expensive glasses like I'm teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I'm always late with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that's fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabbing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking off my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I'm a hustler
I'm the dealer, you the customer
Ketchup, little n*gga, I'm mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain't never really trust you
Knew I should've never trust you
You ain't real, you a busta
These n*ggas was always sus
These n*ggas start snitching for nothing
These n*ggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what? You gon' get what you want
El Patrón, n*gga, I want a ton
[Chorus]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad b*tch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as f*ck, I'm lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em
f*ck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwoods smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach
Bad b*tch and her ass fat
Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2]
Pull up on you, just send me the Addy
Bad b*tch call me daddy
Xan, Perc, and a Addy
I really wanna f*ck a Kardashian
I like a freaky b*tch that's gon' suck it
I just be kicking sh*t like it was rugby
Hell no, baby, don't call me hubby
f*ck you thought, baby? We was just f*cking
Ooh, I'm back to the trap and I'm serving that
I done got me a sack like a running back
Two pints of Hi-Tech and a eighth of Act
I'ma f*ck on your b*tch, I'ma break her back
I'ma f*ck on your b*tch, I'ma give her back
I got two b*tches playing Pitty Pat
I just do it like the Nike check
My neck froze, got a ice attack
[Chorus]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad b*tch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as f*ck, I'm lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em
f*ck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwoods smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach
Bad b*tch and her ass fat
Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that