I remember when i first jam this and it was on accident i never jam wiz until I heard this back when it came out my homie left his mix cd and this track was there
[Lyrics] Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em I duck 'em Smoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em Niggas be pressed for pussy, it ain't nothing Instead of worrying about who that bitch fuckin', why don't you get you some money 9 times out of 10 she see me stuntin' Game running, wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she coming I keep it a hundred, get love from the hoes But it's money over bitches, nothing above it Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up Bitches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feet up Them suckas often imitate but they can't be us So super high, look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh Cut my speakers up, drowning out what the critics say Just continue to smoke and remain G as fuck Polo socks match my polo hat She leave once it's a known fact That she ain't coming back Now Taylor Gang that And ain't shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes And I beat 'em blinding with them diamonds in my big chain Heavy in the game little homie, I'm doing big things And them bitches they memorized, they recognize I keep it so G (I keep it so G) Get you some money fuckin' with me (Fuckin' with me) Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em Try to get paper how the fucker don't know shit about her I take you up where it's cloudy, ain't one them lames still rockin' prada I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand One of my baddest bitches, rollin' up while I'm driving And she don't even smoke just hit it once while she light it My game tight, seal and sign it Them niggas just playing, ain't really ballin', saying they being honest Claiming, that's your wife but we can't call it She all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning Taking her clothes off, inhaling weed and coughing Ain't her first time chiefing but say she don't do this often Since I was 16, I had all the intentions to keep it G Take niggas hoes, and smoke hella trees with 'em As for your team, you niggas in the stands, you just lookin' I'm a pro to these rookies and plan is still paper over, pussy And ain't shit change, but the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes And I beat 'em blinding with them diamonds in my big chain Heavy in the game little homie, I'm doing big things And them bitches they memorized, they recognize I keep it so G (I keep it so G) Get you some money fuckin' with me (Fuckin' with me)
