We Don't Luv Em (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]

Ooh, yeah

MONY POWR RSPT, nigga

It's a money set, you know what I'm saying?

Everybody getting money, nigga

Yeah, Pablo Juan

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving, pothole

Bad bitch, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon' bust it

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what? 'cause we don't love 'em

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back

Backwood smoking, it's fat

Dressing like I got a sack

I pull up, jump out the back

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Four door coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that

Car got gadgets, my bitches 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 dabbing

I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing

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 nigga, 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 buster

These niggas was always sus

These niggas start snitching for nothing

These niggas wanna live by the gun

Guess what, you gon' get what you want

El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving, pothole

Bad bitch, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon' bust it

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what? 'cause we don't love 'em

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back

Backwood smoking, it's fat

Dressing like I got a sack

I pull up, jump out the back

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Four door coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that

[Gucci Mane]

If come ride it's tinted

Don't test the water chilly

My pinky a quarter ticket

Had to grind smart to get it

Limited 'sclusive edition

They waitin' in line to get it

Danny your time, I did it

I didn't get a dime, a visit

I been had the sauce, I'm drippin'

'Fore I had a pot to piss in

My car just lost the ceiling

My girl just lost her feeling

Gucci getting richer than richy

Bitches say Gucci saddity

She just did her ass and her titties

Well skeet on her face 'cause she pretty

I tell her, go'n, like the road runner

Might stash your phone number

Ho get the wrong number

I'm stacking all winter

I'm stuntin' all summer

And I need a grown woman

'Cause I got grown money, Wop

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving, pothole

Bad bitch, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon' bust it

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what? 'cause we don't love 'em

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back

Backwood smoking, it's fat

Dressing like I got a sack

I pull up, jump out the back

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Four door coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that