We Don’t Love Em

[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