We Don’t Love Em

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ali] Do I wanna get to know ya? I don't know But do I wanna fuck you? Shit, maybe so What you doing later? Maybe I'll just take you home And when I leave in the morning, baby, don't call my phone 'Cause I don't want you, girl I don't love you, girl Just wanna fuck you, girl Take you to Ali world And now you trippin, girl Eh, what you sippin, girl? No catching feelings, you better get to dippin, girl Look at my [?] girl This that rich shit See I don't fuck around, I need a rich bitch Might pull up to the mall, and buy an outfit And take her to the club, she looking good as shit I got my ex girl jealous when we pulled up It's like the whole club pause when we pulled up And last of all, I don't love these hoes And what's that saying they be saying? Oh yeah, bros over hoes [Chorus: Strap] No strings atached, we just fucking I wanna be your cuddy buddy, not your husband I'm the type of nigga to keep it 100 So tell me what the business is, is you with it? Is we fucking? We don't love 'em We don't love 'em We don't need 'em We don't hug 'em We don't cuff 'em We don't keep 'em We don't wanna kiss 'em We just freak 'em We don't love 'em We don't love 'em We don't need 'em [Verse 2: Strap] No strings atached, we just fucking Just shoot me a text, girl, it's nothing It's already understood, so ain't no need for no discussion But I'm just your cuddy buddy, girl, I can't be your husband I'ma keep it 100 I ain't being honest[?] I'm just tryna bust one, and get back to this money I travel round the country, ust to get my money up I went and got a passport, and went and fucked some German sluts [?] Pussy nigga, please I be doggin baby mama, [?] on her knees You ain't even believe this shit, [?] have a nigga [?] She'll suck my dick, and come right back [?] [Chorus: Strap] No strings atached, we just fucking I wanna be your cuddy buddy, not your husband I'm the type of nigga to keep it 100 So tell me what the business is, is you with it? Is we fucking? We don't love 'em We don't love 'em We don't need 'em We don't hug 'em We don't cuff 'em We don't keep 'em We don't wanna kiss 'em We just freak 'em We don't love 'em We don't love 'em We don't need 'em [Verse 3: Quez] I ain't your husband I ain't your boyfriend I ain't your buddy either We just fucking Porter House mansion Bitches running round, and they dancing Say she [?] gon' head, bring your clan in I'ma keep it all the way a hundred Took her downstairs to the dundgon When I hit up on her back, she always be running Her boyfriend wanna take my chain, just so he can pawn it Broke niggas, they funny Now she laying on her back, feel it in her stomach Say Quez, when you coming back? Maybe next Sunday But it ain't no strings atached, so baby, be [?] You only fucking with me 'cause your man ain't got no money [Chorus: Strap] No strings atached, we just fucking I wanna be your cuddy buddy, not your husband I'm the type of nigga to keep it 100 So tell me what the business is, is you with it? Is we fucking? We don't love 'em We don't love 'em We don't need 'em We don't hug 'em We don't cuff 'em We don't keep 'em We don't wanna kiss 'em We just freak 'em We don't love 'em We don't love 'em We don't need 'em