We Don't Luv Em

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, potholes
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as f*ck, I'm lusting
I got [Fm7]her from my [A]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 [F]I got [Fm7]a sack
I pull up, jumped out the back
Bad bitch and [Bm]her ass fat
Four-door Coupe, it got [Fm7]a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

Car got [Fm7]gadgets, my [A]bitches got [Fm7]asses
Expensive glasses like [F]I'm teaching class
Too fresh to [C7]take out the tɾash
Fresh to [C7]death, where is my [A]casket?
I always stay with assassins
I'm always late with the fashion
Teacher gave me an L, that's fantastic
VS diamonds on [C7]me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be [Am]dabbing
I got [Fm7]the Louis V, Supreme collabbing
Bought a mansion [C7]way away like [F]a cabin
Taking off my [A]swag, I feel like [F]your daddy
You a beggar, I'm a hustler
I'm the dealer, you [A7the customer
Catch up, little nigga, I'm mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain't never ɾeally tɾust you
Knew I should've never tɾust you
You ain't ɾeal, you [A7a busta
These niggas was [Am7]always sus
These niggas start snitching for [Dm7]nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what? You gon' get what you [A7want
El Patɾón, nigga, I want a ton

The money go where I go
Smoking on [C7]gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as f*ck, I'm lusting
I got [Fm7]her from my [A]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 [F]I got [Fm7]a sack
I pull up, jumped out the back
Bad bitch and [Bm]her ass fat
Four-door Coupe, it got [Fm7]a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

Pull up on [C7]you, just send me the addy
Bad bitch call [Em]me daddy
Xan, Perc, and [Bm]a Addy
I ɾeally wanna f*ck a Kardashian
I like [F]a freaky bitch that's gon' suck it
I just be [Am]kicking shit like [F]it was [Am7]ɾugby
Hell no, baby, don't call [Em]me hubby
F*ck you [A7thought, baby? We was [Am7]just fucking
Ooh, I'm back to [C7]the tɾap and [Bm]I'm serving that
I done got [Fm7]me a sack like [F]a ɾunning back
Two pints of Hi-Tech and [Bm]a eighth of Ac'
I'ma f*ck on [C7]your bitch, I'ma break her back
I'ma f*ck on [C7]your bitch, I'ma give her back
I got [Fm7]two bitches playing Pitty Pat
I just do it like [F]the Nike check
My neck froze, got [Fm7]a ice attack

The money go where I go
Smoking on [C7]gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as f*ck, I'm lusting
I got [Fm7]her from my [A]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 [F]I got [Fm7]a sack
I pull up, jumped out the back
Bad bitch and [Bm]her ass fat
Four-door Coupe, it got [Fm7]a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that