(performed by T.I., Chip, B.o.B, Travis Scott, Trae Tha Truth, Young Dro)
[Intro]
Hustle gang
London boy in the building
Oh sh**
By the way, UK
Wha gwaan [?]
[Verse 1: Chip]
Okay so n***as wanna hate on me, I don't give 2 f**s
You better mind who you have with your kids with your baby mama get caught
I like girls come roll my weed, pour her up, pour her up
Even if I run out of money bet I won't run out of luck
My n***a ride who I grew up in the hood for real
I had dreams bout a house on the hills
There's a couple things that we'd run from and that is police and bills
Before I f**ing die I'm going to sniff up a mil
I do it for the p**y & the money & the thrill
My n***a it's f** you & your opinion too if your name is not on my will
[Hook x4]
I don't give 2 f**s
[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
If I'm in the building you know I'm screwed up
Even in a threesome, I don't give two f**s
Got so many b**hes I'm gonna need two trucks
Lame a** n***a just f** my cool up
Lyin a** ho trynna spread rumors
Men gon lie, a women gon lie
So when you think about it who can you trust
Nobody, nobody, errybody worry bout the old bobby
I got 2 blunts rolled up in each earpiece
I’ll turn your party to a dro party
All about my green like a neo solo artist
I be coming off the top like a tobogan
I say I don't give a f**, can't deal with it that's your problem, ho
[Hook]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
n***a hol' up, I ain't tryna call yo ho up
p**y probably smell like throw up
Err body know her for s**ing on the dick until it blow up
p**y hair need a lawnmower, I’ll show a ho the door
I don't give a f** n***a so what
Matter fact I don't give 2 f**s
You and that s*ut with that flappy-a** bu*t
Fat ho never would get in my truck
She could never get f**ed
For her it would never stand up
Hanging out with my balls, like "hell n***a naw"
f**in s**as now you dealin' wit' some real n***as y'all
I can show you how to get a mil' in the fall
Make it double by the Winter then triple by the Summer
First Benz for yourself, baby mama get a Hummer
Get a crib for your mama, pa** the chopper to the gunner
Its a hundred, f** around if you wanna
n***a I don’t give a f**
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Trae tha Truth]
Trae-tha-Truth Gates, young n***a rich
Who the f** you n***as think you're talking to b**h
Middle fingers up plates safe, eat dick
Never gave a f** and prolly still don’t b**h
Run up [?]
Balled on a hater, you ain't see me shoot around
Never walk up out the club til money cover the ground
All gold chains they weigh about 10 pounds
Tryna find a s*ut that f**s for 10 rounds
I tell her go long and ready for 10 downs
Mention my name it rang in all towns
King of turf my throne is all brown
Hustle gang b**h, my hustle is out of order
When I'm done with that I get back in somebody daughter
I don't f** wit n***as, my temper done got shorter
I’ll WorldStar they a** and play them like a recorder
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Young Dro]
These hoes be calling like : no top (Mmm-kay)
Chevy geeked up, eat em' up (Mmm-kay)
These ain’t 'gators, these crocs (Okay)
These ain’t diamonds, these rocks (Okay)
Cutla** [?] we the camp
4 G’s right under this Lam'
Tell a b**h I don’t give 2 f**s, matter fact b**h I don’t give a damn
I’m the sh** with a rifle, lose meat like Lipo
I text that b**h, she could s** my di- Shhh! (Typo)
I meant she could s** my dick, my truck so sick
I’m 'bout to call Wayne up, tell that n***a truk my fit
Ho know where I’m at like Low-Jack, yo' camp I blow back
I don’t give 2 f**s, but they already know that
I’m cool like winter freeze (Brrr!), in London where Chip be
I was so fresh in the booty club thursday, them hoes tried to tip me
[Verse 6: Travi$ Scott]
If I had 2 dicks, I wouldn't give 2 f**s
Last week in Magic City, spending In God We Trusts
2 sphinx on my chain, who the hell King Tut ?
Since the world made me, now the whole globe blessed up
Oh, you wanna f** me? Need at least 2 bu*ts
Yeah, you wanna smoke with me? You need at least 10 blunts
Uh, I ain't touchin that cup, 'less a motherf**er screwed up
And I'm young & I'm gettin' it, and I never gave 2 f**s
[Hook]