I Don't Care Lyrics

I don't care

I sit back and smoke this blunt, she get undressed and braid my hair

I don't care

I don't even show no love there's too much fake shit in the air

Bitch I'm at the top

Made it off of rock

I be selling hard but I always buy it soft

Meet me at the spot

Just don't make it hot

I ain't go to jail and I don't plan on getting caught

Drip so cold you could feel a nigga frost

Baby let me know, I been trynna beat the box

I been getting money while I'm thuggin with the mob

I was stacking benjis every time I took a loss

You say you that nigga but I heard that you a bum

Like

You don't even get no crumbs

You be shooting dice but you ain't ever shoot a gun

It was 50/50 now it's 0's with a 1

Let me sober down cause the liquor got me drunk

Used to give a fuck but lately I been feeling numb

Shout out to my ooter he be living on the run

He gon let it spark and that shit brighter than the sun

I'ma stack my bands

Uh huh uh huh

Smoking on yo mans

Uh huh uh huh

I might hit my dance

Uh huh uh huh

Ksubis on the pants

Uh huh uh huh

Fly out to Japan

Uh huh uh huh

Spark up when I land

Uh huh uh huh

Trappin out a van

Uh huh uh huh

Doing shit you can't

Uh huh uh huh

I don't care

I sit back and smoke this blunt, she get undressed and braid my hair

I don't care

I don't even show no love, there's too much fake shit in the air

I think I'm in love with this trap shit

I might break a brick then I'ma bag it

I might have a gun but I won't flash it

Rather have these niggas think I'm lacking

I be in the field nigga madden

Picking up the work and then I pass it

Pocket full of blues, keep the cabbage

See it on the garment and the fabrics

I don't care bout shit except my daughter and my mom

I ain't always right but you can't say I did you wrong

I be in my feelings but at least the money long

Cause if niggas wasn't winning then I wouldn't keep the calm

I ain't here forever shorty tell me what you want

I don't live in cali but I'm down here for the month

Spending all this money putting pressure on my lungs

Buying work from Jose just to sell that shit to Tom

I'ma stack my bands

Uh huh uh huh

Smoking on yo mans

Uh huh uh huh

I might hit my dance

Uh huh uh huh

Ksubis on the pants

Uh huh uh huh

Fly out to Japan

Uh huh uh huh

Spark up when I land

Uh huh uh huh

Trappin out a van

Uh huh uh huh

Doing shit you can't

Uh huh uh huh

I don't care

I sit back and smoke this blunt, she get undressed and braid my hair

I don't care

I been up don't need no love, I see the fakes they're everywhere

I think I'm in love with this trap shit

I might break a brick then I'ma bag it

I might have a gun but I won't flash it

Rather have these niggas think I'm lacking

I be in the field nigga madden

Picking up the work and then I pass it

Pocket full of blues, keep the cabbage

See it on the garment and the fabrics