Chefry Kitchen - I Don't Care lyrics

[Hook] If it ain't money, money you talking 'bout Look boy, you can talk your a** off If it ain't p**y, p**y you talking 'bout Shawty, you can get the f**ing walk [Verse 1: 2 Pistols] Just vibing to myself man Swisher sweet full blowing on that great dane Big dog sh**, your b**h call me Max Payne 2 pistols, get it Anyway, I just landed on the west for a few days I'm on that bubble 5 roof gone switching lanes My California peach, she likes to role-play Lights camera action, do your thang And when she do it, do it, do it I can't complain, p**y a** mouth, that's a triple play You a nasty n***a, that's what them hoes say I reply one thing (I don't care) [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Left the supermarket, took the coup and parked it You can catch me frequently at Gucci shoe department I tell them get me peas on all colors And ain't sh** changed, these all honors True to my religion, promethazine my prescription I look in the mirror, that's my competition Then I talk to myself, myself said, "What?" I said "You a ill n***a, roll a blunt up," I do it for my hood, south side, A-town All my dogs moving like Grey Hounds we pays for Great car with black wheels, it's looking like a skateboard I've been getting money since day one, uh! [Hook] [Verse 3: 2 Pistols] I'm bout nothing but them Benjamins 26 inches looking like some ceiling fans (Chop! chop!) Down the block candy apple red With my ruger that will shoot you like Simon said This ... it's a blessing, I coulda gone fed ... but a man cause... Just ask about me, you coulda got them packets off me Too many snitches in the street, so I'm rapping sorry New Ferrari, stick leather b**h You p**y n***as funny, Eddie Griffin sh** I'm with my white chick, nah she ain't super thick Just call her Abby Wambach, her head game full attack [Hook]