Intimate

INTRO

I don't really care about you bitch ain’t getting intimate..
I don't really care about you bitch ain't getting intimate..
I don’t really care about you bitch ain't getting... ain't gettin...
Komar..
Ayee!
Holdup, holdup, holdup!

HOOK

I don't really care about you, bitch ain't gettin' intimate
All these hoes is trunna fuck with me they see I'm gettin' shit
I can’t say i hate you, cause I love you, but I miss you too
I don’t care 'bout dyin’, only if I'm dyin' with you girl
All these xannies in my system, I feel like I'm meltin’ man
Watches, chains and fuckin' wrist wear, these hoes want a wealthy man
Truth is that I miss you so much, that this shit ain't healthy man
And 'till I get you back I won't be sleepin' ill be stackin' bands

VERSE #1

Wow, huh, I stopped with them pills
'Cause I couldn't tell what's fake and what's real
Wow, huh, and I made a deal
I'm drippin', I'm swaggin', girl you know the drill
Everyone these days say they sold their souls for real
If you really sold them then you got some fuckin' trash ass deals
Wow, huh
One hunnid', trunna keep my shit one hunnid'
I stack cash just to blow it
That's some childish shit, ain't 'bout it
I invest it, I don't show it
Tired of flexing, but still on it
I ain't had shit, it was boring
Now I count up every morning, aye
My patience, I ain't losin'
These hoes think that they choosin'
I guess these hoes confused
But to me they ain't confusin
They trunna pull them strings
And they think it's so amusing
Young, pretty boy just getting cash
Flexin, makin' music, aye

HOOK

I don't really care about you, bitch ain't gettin' intimate
All these hoes is trunna fuck with me, they see I'm gettin' shit
I can't say i hate you, cause I love you, but I miss you too
I don't care 'bout dyin', only if I'm dyin' with you girl
All these xannies in my system, I feel like I'm meltin' man
Watches, chains and fuckin' wrist wear, these hoes want a wealthy man
Truth is that I miss you so much, that this shit ain't healthy man
And 'till I get you back I won't be sleepin' ill be stackin' bands

VERSE #2

Baby you don't love me, all this money is appealing
I said that shit long time ago, and nowadays I'm chilling
Your panties getting wet, when the bands up to the ceiling
But I know you be leaving, if them bands start disappearing
Baby I don't love you, get the fuck up of my lap hoe
I done had real love, that shit cannot be replaced hoe
You smoked weed, but you still be geekin', that shit prob'ly laced hoe
If you don't make me money, from my life you get erased hoe
I ain't getting close to you
My shit I won't expose to you
You say your boyfriend balling?
Well I guess then, I'm D-Rose for you
I don't even cap, when I say I got no feelings
I don't even need a gun, I'm still making a killing

HOOK

I don't really care about you, bitch ain't gettin' intimate
All these hoes is trunna fuck with me, they see I'm gettin' shit
I can't say i hate you, cause I love you, but I miss you too
I don't care 'bout dyin', only if I'm dyin' with you girl
All these xannies in my system, I feel like I'm meltin' man
Watches, chains and fuckin' wrist wear, these hoes want a wealthy man
Truth is that I miss you so much, that this shit ain't healthy man
And 'till I get you back I won't be sleepin' ill be stackin' bands