Don’t Mind

You niggas sound crazy to me

You ain't recalling what you claiming to be

And I don't like it






You talking about me in the streets and I don't like it

You running with them people I don't like it

If she ain't got no cheeks I don't like it

She ain't bringing no freaks I don't like it






No face, no case, dab, no face, no case, dab

D-Brown these hoes, dab, D-Brown these hoes, dab

French, Ferg, and who? Fab, French, Ferg, and who? Fab

Setting up that hook, jab, setting up that hook, jab






French, Ferg, and who? Fab, came back with a new bag

Frank Lucas blue bag, came through coupe black

Uppercut, two jabs, paid for, two stacks

LV's, no strap, hearing them, who that






My bitch is too bad, her booty is too fat

The new 2 Live Crew, dag, me, French, and who? Fab

Goyard my boo bag, Dior my shoes, damn

Iced out my tooth and I Baped out my durag






From BX to Harlem, ending up in BK

You don't want no problem, cook beef like cheesesteak

On me so freaky, ella dice dique

Balling on some new shit, this NBA 3K






Still go to the PJ's, fuck a bitch where she stay

Can't come to the new crib, she ain't getting no leeway

Probably fucked your new bitch, don't believe what she say

But the bitch a klepto, I seen my shit on e
Bay






If you want me to blow the bag, I don't mind

If you want to come fuck my swag I don't mind

All through the night (I don't mind)

I said all through the night (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you want me to blow the bag I don't mind

If you want to come fuck my swag I don't mind

All through the night (I don't mind)

I said all through the night (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)






Put 40 on my neck, and 20 on her wrist

Black card in her ass, and you can sweat like this

She in love with my crew, but I don't give two shits

And I ain't wear no vest Fab, you can snipe my bitch






Blowing up my phone, wow, showing up to my home, wow

How I'm posed to stop, how, stop acting crazy, how

Whip on my wrist, wow, whipping my wrist, wow

Got me popping that Crystal, like its '96 now






I pull up out that pussy tell her hold up

Pull up to the club getting paid like a promoter

We pull niggas throw up, you got a bad bitch, I got 30 of those

Red bottoms cost 30 Jordans






If you want me to blow the bag I don't mind

If you want to come fuck my swag I don't mind

All through the night (I don't mind)

I said all through the night (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you want me to blow the bag I don't mind

If you want to come fuck my swag I don't mind

All through the night (I don't mind)

I said all through the night (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)