I go broke rob fools for their jewelry Stick yo hand up like you guilty Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be So don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me So don't come to LA Don't come to LA, Nobody fucking with me I don't give a fuck who you

I don't need your love Your time is up, I'll tell you why You say you're sorry But it's too late now So save it, get gone, shut up 'Cause if you think I care about you now Well, boy, I don't give a fuck So I cut you off 'Cause I already cried enough

Nah, I don't give a fuck Y'all can suck my dick I'm making pesetas while they're talking, talking shit Don't waste my time for this I'm making my dollars, dollars while they're tweeting tweets Nah I don't give a Wow, wow, great, great Rilès you're

Baby, I just wanna show you things Girl, I'll be different Baby, I could buy you wedding rings Oou-ohh-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh-oh Don't care about the distance Give a fuck about the distance Oou-ohh, oou-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh Oou-ohh-oh, oou-oh, oou-oh,

We don’t give a fuck Nigga we don’t give a fuck The police get away with murder That’s why we don’t give a fuck So you better leave your house with a burner I’m psyched out 'cause I’m already striped out But if I get caught without one Then my lights out

When we ride on our enemies Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh? Hahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies BEYOTCH! When we ride on our enemies HEYYYY! Got some

I'll shit on you! I'll shit on you I'll shit on you, da da, da da, da da I will shit on you I don't care who you are I don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck

Y'all need to give it up we don't give a fuck What y'all niggaz want thug, life, is, mine Yeah, yeah (ha ha ha ha) uh-huh, yeah yeah (Ha ha ha ha ha ha] Huh yo, you know it Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine) (Ha ha ha ha) Infamous two thousand

This hole in my soul Songs fill what religion won’t No hope, I can’t cope Music plays in kaleidoscope We rise, we fall And if I’m lost I don’t want to be found Haunted by sound They can’t ignore us anymore 'cause I don’t give a fuck

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You