(Intro) But sometimes the truth is just disrespectful Ain’t no way you be politically correct And we finna k** sh**, you know what I mean? (Hook) I walk up in the spot with my j**els on Standing on the couch with my boots on, I wish a n***a would tell me move on I wink my eye at your b**h now your boo gone I might like, I might like, but I don’t love these hoes I might lust, I might rush, but I don't love these hoes I might hit, then might split, 'cause I don't love these hoes I don't love these hoes, I don't love these hoes (Verse) See I walk up in the spot with my j**els on, sponsored links Yeah fresh off the block with my boots on, Bad b**h that I like wearing two tone, Pointed at her own site, told her you down No work, no play, whether you on All work mo pay, yeah my crew on Free Terrance, free Rollins in my true song Man it's OG that I'm smoking n***a , too strong Money money money money n***a, count that Hustle rings snow sunny n***a, I'm bout that Catch your b**h in the club, pull up out there For a baller she would do a Spalding and bounce that For a grill when she move out to work, cop that, Once it’s in then she gotta skrr, my bad n***a’s out here tryina love them hoes, don't do that I'm only in it for the love of dough, you knew that. (Hook) I walk up in the spot with my j**els on Standing on the couch with my boots on, I wish a n***a would tell me move on I wink my eye at your b**h now your boo gone I might like, I might like, but I don’t love these hoes I might lust, I might rush, but I don't love these hoes I might hit, then might split, 'cause I don't love these hoes I don't love these hoes, I don't love these hoes