Idgaf

I don't give a fuck, not one, not two
Liquor in my cup bitch I'm drunk; how bout you
Walkin' in the club; they eyes stuck like glue
Money like a drug, Ben Frank, striped blue

Th-th-th-th-thumbing through the money
From Monday to Sunday
Just t-t-t-t-touched down on the runway
No more takin' subway

I just got a check
My neck drownin' in baguettes
These flawless ain't no VS
On IG, you makin' threats

That don't mean nothin I know you ain't finna threaten me
You know we gon touch him, I ain't talkin' bout no Epstein
More clips than a movie scene
Game on lock I got the key
Call me Glock, smoke Russian cream
You know they ain't touchin' me

Nope notta, imma top shotta
You a ankle biter, im a fuckin rottweiler
Handle business all they gotta do is give a holla
When they shoot at you, you victor Cruz, hittin' the salsa

We got you dancin'
So no do not chance it
Bag yo head an take yo bread we finna hold yo ass for Ransome
No designer line in Calvin Klein, and they still know I'm handsome
If he try and he get out of line, then we ain't finna spare him

When I see him cut his balls off, cut his family lineage
Fuck ya frame, fuck ya picture, imma straight fuck up ya image
No NFT, but we mintage, own it all fuck a percentage
You android ain't get the message, I'm iPhone shit say delivered

I don't give a fuck, not one, not two
Liquor in my cup bitch I'm drunk; how bout you
Walkin' in the club; they eyes stuck like glue
Money like a drug, Ben Frank, striped blue

Th-th-th-th-thumbing through the money
From Monday to Sunday
Just t-t-t-t-touched down on the runway
No more takin' subway

I just got a check
My neck drownin' in baguettes
These flawless ain't no VS
On IG, you makin' threats



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Writer(s): Nicholas Polli
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