I Don’t Really Care lyrics

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Throwing money in the air like I don’t really care
Standing on the chair like I don’t really care
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care
No I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t really care X 2
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care

Waka flockaaa!
I keep them bad bitches yelling it
Thugged out rich as hell plus I’m throwing dick
Drunk as shit, everywhere I go I’m yellin bricksquad monopoly loud as shit
Throwing money in the air fuck it I don’t care
50 for the ear rings that’s 100 for a pair
Versace on my ass 2 bands for my underwear
Foreign cars foreign broads baller of the year
Sparkles on my champagne independence day
I ain’t really want yo number yo friend look better anyway

Throwing money in the air like I don’t really care
Standing on the chair like I don’t really care
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care
No I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t really care X 2
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care

Gotta stop, hold up too much money to fold up
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Keep some green to roll up, I run it like a motor
You see the way I pull up, attention like a soldier
What you expect to happen now I’m swaggin on the sofa
I be so reckless, spend 100, 000 on my necklace
That mean my shit is colder, my neck froze polar
bear nigga yeah, baller of the year
And we can take it there nigga I ain’t never scared

Throwing money in the air like I don’t really care
Standing on the chair like I don’t really care
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care
No I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t really care X 2
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care

I see them haters watching fuck it let them hate
Mean mug them back yellin out I’m gettin cake X2

10,000 worth of ones on the way, he ain’t playin with
A check lil moma he just flexin, she came with you
She left with me, Uhhh, interception
He saying he gone kill me when he catch me but I
Don’t really care I don’t, I don’t, I don’t really care X 2
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really carelly care.

Writer(s): Troy Taylor, Juaquin Malphurs, Tremaine Neverson
Copyright: April's Boy Music Llc, Wb Music Corp., Juaquinmalphurspublishing, Downtown Music Publishing Llc, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
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