We Don't Luv Em (remix) Lyrics - Hoodrich Pablo Juan

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] 

Ooh, yeah 

MONY POWR RSPT, nigga 

It's a money set, you know what I'm saying? 

Everybody getting money, nigga 

Yeah, Pablo Juan 

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] 

The money go where I go 

Smoking on gelato 

Foreign car swerving, pothole 

Bad bitch, she from Chicago 

She freaky, she gon' bust it 

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting 

I got her from my cousin 

So what? 'cause we don't love 'em 

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back 

Backwood smoking, it's fat 

Dressing like I got a sack 

I pull up, jump out the back 

Bad bitch and her ass fat 

Four door coupe, it got a hatch 

On the Xans, I might crash that 

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[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] 

Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses 

Expensive glasses like I'm teaching class 

Too fresh to take out the trash 

Fresh to death, where is my casket? 

I always stay with assassins 

I'm always laced with the fashion 

Teacher gave me an F, that's fantastic 

VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing 

Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing 

I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing 

Bought a mansion way away like a cabin 

Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy 

You a beggar, I'm a hustler 

I'm the dealer, you the customer 

Catch up, little nigga, I'm mustard 

Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia 

I ain't never really trust you 

Knew I should've never trust you 

You ain't real, you a buster 

These niggas was always sus 

These niggas start snitching for nothing 

These niggas wanna live by the gun 

Guess what, you gon' get what you want 

El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton 

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[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] 

The money go where I go 

Smoking on gelato 

Foreign car swerving, pothole 

Bad bitch, she from Chicago 

She freaky, she gon' bust it 

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting 

I got her from my cousin 

So what? 'cause we don't love 'em 

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back 

Backwood smoking, it's fat 

Dressing like I got a sack 

I pull up, jump out the back 

Bad bitch and her ass fat 

Four door coupe, it got a hatch 

On the Xans, I might crash that 

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] 

If come ride it's tinted 

Don't test the water chilly 

My pinky a quarter ticket 

Had to grind smart to get it 

Limited 'sclusive edition 

They waitin' in line to get it 

Danny your time, I did it 

I didn't get a dime, a visit 

I been had the sauce, I'm drippin' 

'Fore I had a pot to piss in 

My car just lost the ceiling 

My girl just lost her feeling 

Gucci getting richer than richy 

Bitches say Gucci saddity 

She just did her ass and her titties 

Well skeet on her face 'cause she pretty 

I tell her, go'n, like the road runner 

Might stash your phone number 

Ho get the wrong number 

I'm stacking all winter 

I'm stuntin' all summer 

And I need a grown woman 

'Cause I got grown money, Wop 

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] 

The money go where I go 

Smoking on gelato 

Foreign car swerving, pothole 

Bad bitch, she from Chicago 

She freaky, she gon' bust it 

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting 

I got her from my cousin 

So what? 'cause we don't love 'em 

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back 

Backwood smoking, it's fat 

Dressing like I got a sack 

I pull up, jump out the back 

Bad bitch and her ass fat 

Four door coupe, it got a hatch 

On the Xans, I might crash that