We Don’t Luv Em (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Gucci Mane]
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 (Wop)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
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: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
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 laced 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 dabbin'
I got the Louis V Supreme collabin'
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I'm a hustler
I'm the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little n*gga, I'm mustard
Smokin' 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 buster
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: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Gucci Mane]
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 (Huh?)
I got her from my cousin
So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em (Go)
f*ck that, I wanna hit from the back (Huh?)
Backwoods smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach (Huh?)
Bad b*tch and her ass fat (Yeah, Wop)
Four-door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If I come by, lieutenant
Don't test, the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited, exclusive edition
They waitin' in line to get it
That ain't your time, I did it (Huh?)
I didn't get a dime, a visit (No)
I been had the sauce, I'm drippin' (Drip)
'Fore I had a pot to p*ss in
My car just lost the ceilin' (Damn)
My girl just lost her feelin' (Huh?)
Gucci gettin' richer than richy (It's Gucci)
b*tches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well ,skeet on her face 'cause she pretty (Blegh)
I tell her, gone like the Road Runner
Might stash your phone number (Wop)
Ho get the wrong number
I'm stacking all winter (Huh?)
I'm stuntin' all summer (Yeah)
And I need a grown woman (Huh?)
'Cause I got grown money, Wop (Go)
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go (Money)
Smoking on gelato (Gelato)
Foreign car swerving, potholes (Pablo Juan)
Bad b*tch, she from Chicago (Yeah)
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as f*ck, I'm lusting (She thick)
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 (It's fat)
Dressing like I got a sack (Ooh)
I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach ('Bach)
Bad b*tch and her ass fat
Four-door coupe, it got a hatch (Hatch)
On the Xans, I might crash that (Skrr)