Lyrics I Don't Really Care - Waka Flocka Flame, Trey Songz

I Don't Really Care

Standing on the chair like I don’t really care
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care
No I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care
Waka flockaaa!
I keep them bad bitches yelling it Thugged out rich as hell plus I’m throwing dick
Drunk as shit, everywhere I go I’m yellin bricksquad monopoly loud as shit
Throwing money in the air fuck it I don’t care
50 for the ear rings that’s 100 for a pair
Versace on my ass 2 bands for my underwear
Foreign cars foreign broads baller of the year
Sparkles on my champagne independence day
I ain’t really want yo number yo friend look better anyway
Throwing money in the air like I don’t really care
Standing on the chair like I don’t really care
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care
No I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care
Gotta stop, hold up too much money to fold up Keep some green to roll up, I run it like a motor
You see the way I pull up, attention like a soldier
What you expect to happen now I’m swaggin on the sofa
I be so reckless, spend 100, 000 on my necklace
That mean my shit is colder, my neck froze polar
Bear nigga yeah, baller of the year
And we can take it there nigga I ain’t never scared
Throwing money in the air like I don’t really care
Standing on the chair like I don’t really care
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care
No I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really care
I see them haters watching fuck it let them hate
Mean mug them back yellin out I’m gettin cake x2
10, 000 worth of ones on the way, he ain’t playin with
A check lil moma he just flexin, she came with you
She left with me, uhhh, interception
He saying he gone kill me when he catch me but I Don’t really care I don’t, I don’t, I don’t really care x 2
Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don’t really carelly care.