1017 Eskimo - We Don't Luv Em (Remix) lyrics

Ooh, yeah MONY POWR RSPT, n***a It's a money set, you know what I'm saying? Everybody getting money, n***a Yeah, Pablo Juan The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, pothole Bad b**h, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as f**, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'cause we don't love 'em f** that, I wanna hit from the back Backwood smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jump out the back Bad b**h and her a** fat Four door coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that Car got gadgets, my b**hes got a**es Expensive gla**es like I'm teaching cla** Too fresh to take out the trash Fresh to d**h, where is my casket? I always stay with a**a**ins I'm always laced with the fashion Teacher gave me an F, that's fantastic VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing Bought a mansion way away like a cabin Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy You a beggar, I'm a hustler I'm the dealer, you the customer Catch up, little n***a, I'm mustard Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia I ain't never really trust you Knew I should've never trust you You ain't real, you a buster These n***as was always sus These n***as start snitching for nothing These n***as wanna live by the gun Guess what, you gon' get what you want El Patrón, n***a, I want a ton The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, pothole Bad b**h, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as f**, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'cause we don't love 'em f** that, I wanna hit from the back Backwood smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jump out the back Bad b**h and her a** fat Four door coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that If come ride it's tinted Don't test the water chilly My pinky a quarter ticket Had to grind smart to get it Limited 'sclusive edition They waitin' in line to get it Danny your time, I did it I didn't get a dime, a visit I been had the sauce, I'm drippin' 'Fore I had a pot to piss in My car just lost the ceiling My girl just lost her feeling Gucci getting richer than richy b**hes say Gucci saddity She just did her a** and her titties Well skeet on her face 'cause she pretty I tell her, go'n, like the road runner Might stash your phone number Ho get the wrong number I'm stacking all winter I'm stuntin' all summer And I need a grown woman 'Cause I got grown money, Wop The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, pothole Bad b**h, she from Chicago She freaky, she gon' bust it She thick as f**, I'm lusting I got her from my cousin So what? 'cause we don't love 'em f** that, I wanna hit from the back Backwood smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jump out the back Bad b**h and her a** fat Four door coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that