(Chorus – Cozz)
I don’t keep tabs on these bi**hes
I close the tab on these bi**hes
Won’t give no cash to these bi**hes
I’ll leave yo ass in the parking lot
Won’t call a cab for these bi**hes
I don’t give a damn bout these bi**hes
I don’t give a damn bout these bi**hes
I’ll leave yo ass in the parking lot
I don’t keep tabs on these bi**hes
Won’t call a cab for these bi**hes
I don’t give a damn bout these bi**hes
I don’t give a damn bout these bi**hes
I’ll leave yo ass in the parking lot
(Verse 1 – Cozz)
I just don’t care, don’t call a cab
Don’t have a care for these bi**hes
I don’t give a damn if I had a van, I would still dance on these bi**hes
I don’t give a damn I know your plan
I’m not a fan of these bi**hes
I know the plan of you bi**hes, you is just after the riches
So I do not care if it’s dark or not
I’ll leave yo ass in the parking lot
So baby girl please do not talk a lot
Spark the pot, take a drink yeah we got Ciroc
Got the Dr. Phil
When I author shots, I’m like Dr. Phil
I make her problems stop, let me cop a feel
When I was talking shots, I meant liquor, ni**a
Words get mixed up and the cops will kill
But nah for real, you ain’t gotta chill
You in college still, pop a pill
Drink something then walk it off
8 miles ain’t nothing to ya like Papa Doc
I guess it is when you’re off a lot
And your neck itch , you’re off a lot
Only my palms itching
Y’all ni**as know y’all broads tripping
Tryna hop up in my whip, I just got it for the low
I’m about to get some tint
So you hoes never know who be riding in my s**t
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Bas)
I don’t give a damn bout these bi**hes
I’m bout to close up the tab
I’m too black to hail you a cab
I can’t ride the train with these bi**hes
Cause Bas a boss, I eat Italian every day
Clear the scene and make it vacate
Kill the show and hit the road
Me and my ni**a Cody got it locked down like a figure 4
More like figure 40
And them bi**hes know we don’t f**k em slow
We don’t finger shorty’s, they already horny
You ain’t f**king, that’s a clever joke
I don’t chase bi**hes, I f**k 8 bi**hes
This past week I got really lucky, on Wednesday
Just ask Meez, I was backseat with two bad freaks
It was that easy, liquor flow I got a henny motive
Smoke a pound of dope and make it back easy
Never trust a ni**a where I’m from a ni**a love a ni**a
Do him that greasy, for the love of money
Color money paint the streets red
Don’t dangle bread for the least fare
Cause all a ni**a need is time
One dime that you fond of and you lined up
One time, won’t look twice, your time’s up
So I just hustle, work and grind
Cause all these ni**as rather see me dead
And all these hoes ain’t worth a dime
For real, combined
(Repeat Chorus)
