You know what, we don't love you hoesSo what, we don't love you niggasCheerless and green, synthetic schemesYou plottin' on me, tryin' to come up for freeDumb me, that's what you areHollin' at every nigga with a foreign carBaby, superstar is what I amSo you can holla at me later with them stupid scamsNigga, feel me when I'm tellin' the truthThem hoes be comin' up, boppin' like Bitty BoopBaby, loot for me, none for youIt ain't nothin' in the world that a hoe won't doIt ain't no hoe in the world that a dog won't screwMr. Baruch, pay for you, bitch, you got me * upThat's why I don't niggas like me, you get * out of luckAttemptin' to run game, you can't game, cause game's upThat's why I don't niggas like me, you get * out of luckPrank up, prank up, fake up, fake upI'm a heavy waker, I don't fee for paperBut we don't love you hoesWe ain't droppin' the drugs, we don't love your hoesWe don't love you niggasIf it ain't about the figures, we don't love you niggasWe don't love you hoesWe ain't droppin' the drugs, we don't love your hoesWe don't love you niggasIf it ain't about the figures, we don't love you niggasWe don't love you niggasDrop some, drop some, make me feel someGot you about half a million to your 20 G'sThat's the feat of an amateur niggaWith small figures cause it gets biggerYou know, I be, I be the bitch with the key to the GFlippin' niggas like water so I can model in myMusky nose, playin' my flowI'm steady, ready to rock26 K's around my wrist and the black sticks just dropPop the top off your bank account if you worth someIncrease this * and I promise, boo, what we get, we splitSee, that's the average bitch cause I get it allMake a nigga that stand so tallFall and make his bones ripple upLike growing nuts when this cat's body's lowMake you feel a little depressed, you * with the wrong type of hoeClap the five lady, makin' roundsKnockin' these niggas down to they kneesNow pass my money, pleaseWe don't love you hoesWe ain't droppin' the drovesWe don't love you hoesWe don't love you hoesWe don't love you niggasIf it ain't about the figuresWe don't love you niggasWe don't love you hoesWe ain't droppin' the drovesWe don't love you hoesWe don't love you niggasIf it ain't about the figuresWe don't love you niggasDon't trust them, just * them, then I'm off the doorBig techs are vigilante, that don't love them, I'm homieShow them a little love, man, they playin' for weeksYou workin' hard for the broad, that's just freedomIn the streets, in the trade, one day, with my cousin BeruThis bitch come spittin' game, like I'm the one to be juicedAsked her if she was fuckin', and she got offendedAlthough she said another word, we was in the ringI give my hoes no done, like a goddamn filthNumbers still hard to get until my * go nilIf the brawls ain't droppin', ain't nothin' poppin'Bitch, you got me bitter, you think I'm takin' a shotMy love hold hot, from one to the otherWe don't love you hoes, we don't love you niggasListen through these hoes, cuz you know we techs don't love usBig techs ain't got no love for these fake ass hoesWe don't love you hoes, we ain't droppin' the dropsWe don't love your hoesWe don't love you niggas, if it ain't about the figuresWe don't love you niggasWe don't love you hoes, we ain't droppin' the dropsWe don't love your hoesWe don't love you hoesYou niggas, if it ain't about the figuresWe don't love you niggas