I couldn’t care less
About that bitch
Or what she had to say
70 bands
Just on my ass
Inside the crib
Isn’t it funny
Like now you wish you weren’t with him
I could talk to the money
I look myself right in the mirror

Told my mom that if I step
Then I’m gone step hard
100 bands
It’s holding up my jeans
I know my belt tired
Someone said he talking tough
He meet this pump like Belle Tire
Reaching for this chain
You gone taste pavement
He won’t get far

Me and you
We not the same
We just on different teams
Check my tax bracket

I promise this is not the little leagues
You had been a bitch 

Since like the day that I turned 16
I wake up every night

And I thank God that you ain’t with me



I couldn’t care less
About that bitch
Or what she had to say
70 bands
Just on my ass
Inside the crib
Isn’t it funny
Like now you wish you weren’t with him
I could talk to the money
I look myself right in the mirror


I could care less how you feel
Cause I care a lot
I snaked one bad bitch
Don’t smoke em
I can’t spare a cart

Ion know your first name
You can’t get a discount rock
What the hell
Im at the shell with a G43 in my god damn sock
Soon as we get through his bubble he pop
One pill for a time I fucked these thots
Peel his brain back I’m hot
Ion know what he thought
Got his dumb ass shot

Got his dumb ass popped
In that casket he rot
I got bad bitches in my phone
Never get enough
I know his damn mistresses
Hoe enough
Could hit her if I want
You a dead man to me
If you never shoot your shot

I couldn’t care less
About that bitch
Or what she had to say
70 bands
Just on my ass
Inside the crib
Isn’t it funny
Like now you wish you weren’t with him
I could talk to the money
I look myself right in the mirror