Really Don't Mind Songtext
von MO3

Lil Shawn don′t do it to em, aye, hey
It's quiet
I really don′t mind

Black mac tied to the back seat I really don't mind
I'm servin′ a fat sack as long as it
Stretch that hoe really don′t mind
Get them bows for the cheap foreign hoe from OC hittin' my line
Told that hoe you wanna go with me gotta
Bring a hoe from 3 she said that′s fine
She said she love me, she said she love me, I know she don't
But I get money, all this money, ain′t no goin' broke
I make her fuck me, I tell her fuck me, anytime I want
I came from nothin′, turn it into somethin', it is the life I want
I really don't, really don′t, really
Don′t, really don't, really don′t mind
If your hoe wanna go tell that hoe hit the door wastin' my time
Got them bows for the low here we go got the pack back on my grind
Count it up run it up I got my money
Up all out the block, all out the pot


Backpack full of artillery
Makin′ a man feel me I got yoppers and they on the way
I can fuck your main hoe, literally
The money got me geekin I be tweakin for the Frito Lay
They tried to hit my nigga with the spin city
I ain't trippin I got hitters in the village where libido stay
Pussy nigga I don′t need security
I got killas in the makin I can't run I can't forget the J′s
Nigga we was trappin out the store loc
Ridin round strapped with that dirty got that thang on me
Go and get it hustle for them chochos
If it ain′t the money I don't want it you can go to sleep
Pussy nigga lyin you Pinocchio
My nigga you ain′t never posted on the corner with the heat
Japan plug send them bricks in from Tokyo
Then we dish em out to every trapper in the street, goddamn
I ran up my sack so much I can't even
Feel my muthafuckin′ hand, not playin'
That lil bitch pretty ass fat as fuck you
Can′t get mad at her, the fuck is you sayin'
I'm with some blood hounds wanna meet em
Pussy nigga I don′t need a feature
Bet I whip a whole brick till I need Jesus

Black mac tied to the back seat I really don′t mind
I'm servin′ a fat sack as long as it
Stretch that hoe really don't mind
Get them bows for the cheap foreign hoe from OC hittin′ my line
Told that hoe you wanna go with me gotta
Bring a hoe from 3 she said that's fine
She said she love me, she said she love me, I know she don′t
But I get money, all this money, ain't no goin' broke
I make her fuck me, I tell her fuck me, anytime I want
I came from nothin′, turn it into somethin′, it is the life I want
I really don't, really don′t, really
Don't, really don′t, really don't mind
If your hoe wanna go tell that hoe hit the door wastin′ my time
Got them bows for the low here we go got the pack back on my grind
Count it up run it up I got my money
Up all out the block, all out the pot


Sneakin' and geekin', with your baby mama
I got her out her body on the molly now she speakin′ economics
We don′t talk the same lingo
I don't know karate, but I bought a chopper
And you′d think it's from Burger King, this bitch a whopper
Foreign coupe sped around, I make her put her head down
Bitch I want the money like it′s nothin'
Give a fuck bout what a broke nigga said fam
Pussy nigga lay it down
I got that ether, hotter than fevers
Look, I been got my stripes, you just rockin′ Adidas
Fuck what they say watch a young nigga pull a valet
Sellin' mixtapes like Ye did it all in one day, for real
Tell em that I'm straight young nigga out here gettin′ cake
Boy I′m gettin' cake what you think
Dirty Dallas Texas put the city in they muthafuckin′ face

Black mac tied to the back seat I really don't mind
I′m servin' a fat sack as long as it
Stretch that hoe really don′t mind
Get them bows for the cheap foreign hoe from OC hittin' my line
Told that hoe you wanna go with me gotta
Bring a hoe from 3 she said that's fine
She said she love me, she said she love me, I know she don′t
But I get money, all this money, ain′t no goin' broke
I make her fuck me, I tell her fuck me, anytime I want
I came from nothin′, turn it into somethin', it is the life I want
I really don′t, really don't, really
Don′t, really don't, really don't mind
If your hoe wanna go tell that hoe hit the door wastin′ my time
Got them bows for the low here we go got the pack back on my grind
Count it up run it up I got my money
Up all out the block, all out the pot