I Don't Think They Love Me

Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on
Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on
On foenem
Nah, for real
Thank you, thank you, thank you

We done buried so many of the guys
Got an AP, but don't know when it's your time
She like "Sosa, do you like fish?", uh-uh
If she from Hong-Kong, she be eatin' wonton
Chopsticks, sizzle cake 'cause he bum-bum-bum
Gun on you, but it's in trunk, what the fuck?
I pulled Jovel out the seat, and pump him up
You in close range, that shotgun gon' dump you up
In the yard, these bitches jookin' on me
Party bitches, jookin' on me
Pop him and his homie
Fry they ass like baloney
I can buy a chimp, still lonely
Ever since I got money
All my dang bitches love me

Ridin' round in my Hellcat
He hate me, I felt that
With a coat she be actin' stand Jack
Turn the T, I nailed that
You ain't grow up in the projects
I made a bitch, that's some stretch
We love you more and one less
I don't want you, baby, I want neck
I ain't buyin' a bitch shit, if she don't buy me shit
We one hand cocked for a freak bitch
I can't give a bitch shit, if she ain't gave me shit
She ain't know who her baby daddy, say I might be it
Say a nigga actin' crazy, that's how we get
We ain't get tutored in the streets, how you gon' teach shit?
I can't live with no bitch, she might bleach my shit
I just hit the back of the club on some VIP shit

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Sosa baby
Sit gang, situation gang, bitch

I wanna clear my mind
I got a Lamborghini and it's parked outside
I'm in a Lamborghini
Couldn't make it right with shorty, at least I tried
Wanna be my shorty, I am not Plies
Tryna have me sprung, I ain't T-Pain
Got some bad hoes, brought 'em to me, gang
I mean, gang got bad hoes, and brought 'em to me, me
Sent some flyers out to let you know the choppa got a mean grin
Fuck G on the west side of the fefe
You know I'm Gucci, yeah, I'm GG
Skinny lil' bitch, with a head like RiRi