I Don't (Remix) ft. OSF T3 & Casino Jayy Lyrics

I don't make love

I just make bread

I don't chase hoes

I just chase bag

Boy says he want smoke

He a fucking fedd

I don't make love

I just make bread

I don't chase hoes

I just chase bag

Boy says he want smoke

He a fucking fedd

I don't chase hoes, Only chase green

Trynna make it better

Just see if you gone notice me

Riding round spinning in a tonka

I wasn't even trynna get yuh number

But fuck this shit I get it from my momma

I just wanna show so I can run me up some numbers

I just wanna show so I can run me up a hundred

And if a nigga want the smoke

I make 'em hop just like a bunny

Oh yeah

Getting all my money

Gotta go yea

And I need it to cater to a show

Oh yeah

Get it on

Yeaaaa

I don't make love

I just make bread

I don't chase hoes

I just chase bag

Boy says he want smoke

He a fucking fedd

I don't make love

I just make bread

I don't chase hoes

I just chase bag

Boy says he want smoke

He a fucking fedd

Ohh

Giving my love to bitches

The only thing that I regret

It ain't no issue wit yo nigga

Cuz he to internet

She know she my side hoe

I'm knowing that she feeling that

Can we fuck in the moonlight

Relationships ain't wit all that

She a fein for the d

She want me in-between

30 minutes to a hour

First ten I made her creme

Shawty know she bad

I had her screaming now her mama mad

Gimme throat got me gone

Call my phone I ain't calling back

Just know ain't no love for these hoes

Shout out to my bro

That's slime Fashoo

If you wanna move on just lemme know

Can we just get high smoke sky

And get gone

Ohhh she asking in what is we

I shoulder shrug

These bitches waisted all my time

So I ain't showing love

And long live Peso K happy to my Thug

And it ain't no need in me lying

I could give a fuck about your feelings

So don't call me crying

And I will never call

So stop trying

And she told me she was done

So we're finding

I'm moving in silence My heart'll keep dying

Yea

I don't

I don't need love

I just need bread

Say I got hoes

That don't earn street cred

Ohhh

I cannot sleep I got insomnia

These niggas getting on my nerves

We finna line 'em up

All these niggas lying

They don't want war with us

Acting like they ain't pussy

Say that it's on the floor with us

Ohhhh

I don't make love

I just make bread

I don't chase hoes

I just chase bag

Boy says he want smoke

He a fucking fedd

I don't make love

I just make bread

I don't chase hoes

I just chase bag

Boy says he want smoke

He a fucking fedd

I know his ass is fed, I see blue and red

Up and down the streets

Know his ass is dead

Call em' 2K , Cuz he be laggin'

Pray I don't, catch his ass lackin'

Seen you on the block, now you slacking

Woah , ohhhh