I Don't Luv Her lyrics

featuring LoKey

(Hook)
Bitch calling my phone, never getting no sleep,
I still focus on that cash and money, ain’t never throwing me.
For next you are the racks, nigger, never play with me.
So flexed up these damned showers trying to side track me
But I don’t love my money, I don’t love my cheese
Smoke strong that pack loud, you know it’s coming from me.
Damn, it’s froze, but I want some more, gotta shine, gotta eat
I don’t love my money, I don’t love my cheese.

(Verse)
Running through them racks, bitches all in my lap,
Why give her my number, she keep calling me back
Cause I’m a young nigger that’s shining, bruised up on the damage,
Fuck around, don’t fuck around, you heard with and got fanthom.
So flexed up with them shooters, clips smaller like rooles.
Your boyfriend an improvement, she jocking like how I do it.
Ball the pain, I’m cooling, never missing no dollar,
Fuck that sack on Louie and Prada, ball like Jane and Wayne, both cutters.
That’s why

(Hook)
Bitch calling my phone, never getting no sleep,
I still focus on that cash and money, ain’t never throwing me.
For next you are the racks, nigger, never play with me.
So flexed up these damned showers trying to side track me
But I don’t love my money, I don’t love my cheese
Smoke strong that pack loud, you know it’s coming from me.
Damn, it’s froze, but I want some more, gotta shine, gotta eat
I don’t love my money, I don’t love my cheese.

(Verse)
Throwing racks, be wheels,
Pulling ladder like stills,
Fish balling, no tense on me, that’s really how I feel.
Bout to hit Barbary, gonna fast up a meal,
Fast up ambition, she off moley, she off pill.
I be dodging these hoes in scepting these bills
Cash out there, cash out there, go and smoke some kill.
Bottles of that clicko, know they hating on me
Everything is so foreign, your life so boring.

(Hook)
Bitch calling my phone, never getting no sleep,
I still focus on that cash and money, ain’t never throwing me.
For next you are the racks, nigger, never play with me.
So flexed up these damned showers trying to side track me
But I don’t love my money, I don’t love my cheese
Smoke strong that pack loud, you know it’s coming from me.
Damn, it’s froze, but I want some more, gotta shine, gotta eat
I don’t love my money, I don’t love my cheese.

(Bridge)
Told you wanna love no bitches, only love my riches,
Popping head in them pistols, outranning those switchers,
Come and they see through, but it’s a ghost, though,
All I know is get more dope, doing those like so-so’s
Driving cause no hot term, double got me to refill,
You cash pack my fragrance, purple aid and that buggati
Hoes on me on my loving, bad boy no coffin though
Bitch calling my new phone, I ain’t get her my number, though.

(Hook)
Bitch calling my phone, never getting no sleep,
I still focus on that cash and money, ain’t never throwing me.
For next you are the racks, nigger, never play with me.
So flexed up these damned showers trying to side track me
But I don’t love my money, I don’t love my cheese
Smoke strong that pack loud, you know it’s coming from me.
Damn, it’s froze, but I want some more, gotta shine, gotta eat
I don’t love my money, I don’t love my cheese.

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