I Don't Give A Lyrics - Madonna

I don't give a fu-u-u-u 

I don't give a fu-u-u-u 

I don't give a fu-u-u-u 

I don't give a fu-u-u-u 

Wake up ex-wife 

This is your life 

Children on your own 

Turning on the telephone 

Messengers, manager 

No time for a manicure 

Working out, shake my ass 

I know how to multi-task 

Connecting to the Wi-Fi 

Went from nerd to superb 

Have you seen the new guy 

I forgot the password 

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Gotta call the babysitter 

Tweetin' on the elevator 

I could take a helicopter 

I don't even feel the pressure 

I'm gonna be okay 

I don't care what the people say 

I'm gonna be alright 

Gonna live fast and I'm gonna live right 

I'm moving fast, can you follow my track 

I'm moving fast and I like it like that 

I do ten things all at once 

And if you have a problem 

You were so mad at me 

Who's got custody 

Lawyers suck it up 

Didn't have a pre-nup 

Photos 

Make a film, write a song 

Gotta get my stockings on 

Meet the press, buy the dress 

All of this to impress 

Ride my horse, break some bones 

Take it down a semitone 

I forgot to say my prayers 

Baby Jesus on the stairs 

Gotta sign a contract 

Gotta get my money back 

All the biters have to go 

Standing in the front row 

I'm gonna be okay 

I don't care what the people say 

I'm gonna be alright 

Gonna live fast and I'm gonna live right 

I'm moving fast, can you follow my track 

I'm moving fast and I like it like that 

I do ten things all at once 

And if you have a problem 

I tried to be a good girl 

I tried to be your wife 

Diminished myself 

And I swallowed my light 

I tried to become all 

That you expect of me 

And if it was a failure 

I don't give a fu-u-u-u 

I don't give a fu-u-u-u 

I don't give a fu-u-u-u 

I don't give a fu-u-u-u 

Shots fire 

Anything you hear Nicki on, that's fire 

You don't hear them bums on nothin' that's fire 

Tell 'em catch buyer 

In the Bugatti ten grand, one tire 

Hey yo Madonna, maybe I say you original don dada 

In that yeah Gabbana and the, ah yeah, Prada 

We material girls ain't nobody hotter 

Pops collar 

See I really can't relate to your Volvo 

And you can't get these shoes at the Aldo 

When I let a dude go, that's his loss 

I was cutting them checks, I was his boss 

Yo, I don't give a, F you 

Curse nor bless you, never let 'em stress you 

Yo I ain't a businesswoman 

I'm a business, woman 

And I'm known for giving bitches the business, woman, yeah 

I'm gonna be okay 

I don't care what the people say 

I'm gonna be all right 

Gonna live fast and I'm gonna live right 

I'm moving fast 

Can you follow my track 

I'm moving fast 

And I like it like that 

I do ten things all at once 

And if you have a problem 

There's only one Queen 

And that's Madonna... bitch! 

I don't give a (×16)