What They Say

I doot really care
What they say
My money on my mind
Help me deal with all my pain
I doot really care
What they say
They aint on ya boy
Chasing bags everyday

You can not feel what I feel
You you can not feel
What I feel I been
posted in the field
Grinding this way
To get out of my feeling
I need To touch A million
I been working hell hard
Hit the boulevard had
the irk like I'm marving
Make sure none of
My niggas they starving
I grew up stacking the cards
You can not fuck with me I
Do not fuck with your company
Bum niggas cant run
With me and I be sipping
On Hennessey so all you
Niggas be looking like Enemies
Trying to take Away my energy
Semi-automatic loaded
Buss a nigga wide open
Nigga you thought I was
Joking good kush bitch that's all
That I'm smoking cooking up
In the kitchen pyrex be the dishes
Money be the only mission
Aint fearing god then nigga why
Is you bitching follow the gang
I'm sending my hitters
On missions left your ass
Missing ugh hit a nigga
Where it hurt hop in
A whip and I skrrt
You can not fuck with my gang
You can not fuck with my gang
Big pistols they bang
All of my niggas deranged
40 Cal from a range
Bet that bitch hit your brain
Money only thing that I claim
Stay out my past snakes these snakes
In the grass I be balling
All day mixing the molly
And yayoo nigga then what
Can I say nigga then what
Can I say nigga then what
Can I say mixing the molly
And yayoo nigga then what can I say

I doot really care
What they say
My money on my mind
Help me deal with all my pain
I doot really care
What they say
They aint on ya boy
Chasing bags everyday
I doot really care
What they say
My money on my mind
Help me deal with all my pain
I doot really care
What they say
They aint on ya boy
Chasing bags everyday



Credits
Writer(s): Tevin Hillmen
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