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freshie - can't even care lyrics

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[intro: dirtyboyzero]
ayy, listen up, we blowin’ the f#ck up, bro
it’s that— it’s dirty, like, it’s— we have to

[chorus]
yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah
really, i can’t even care (yeah, yeah)
money, we count everywhere (yeah)
i put that cash in the air (yeah)
hop in that coupe, it go there (yeah)
n#ggas gon’ hate, they gon’ stare (yeah)
but, f#ck it, you know we prepared (yeah)
you not in my circle, you square (yeah)
she like all the sh#t that i wear (yeah)
i’m with the gang so beware (yeah)
that stick got a drum like a snare (yeah)
razer gon’ aim at his hair (yeah)
these b#tches, they come by the pair (yeah)
but f#ck it, you know we can share (yeah, dirty)

[verse]
in love with the money, a love affair (yeah)
know we not the same, no, you cannot compare (yeah)
n#ggas be hatin’, you know i’m aware (yeah)
said he want war, n#gga, then i declare (yeah)
shawty gon’ sit on my d#ck like a chair
these diamonds on me, they gon’ glisten and glare (yeah)
double my cup then my vision impaired
i lost the top of the roof, i’m like, “where?”
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (lil dirty though)
counting that money, we do that sh#t often
counting that money, that sh#t get exhausting
i’m out in traffic like deer when it’s crossing (yeah)
shawty a freak, she gon’ leave me like frosty (yeah)
walk in the bank and that money start talking (yeah)
them presidents dead so my pocket a coffin
(yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah)
pullin’ that coupe like, “who is this?”
pullin’ no roof, it don’t exist (yeah)
i press one b#tton, that b#tch, it do tricks
i think i’m the sh#t, now, that n#gga, he p#ss
them bullets gon’ hit like a n#gga was fists
might fly outta town so i can’t even trip

[chorus]
yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah
really, i can’t even care (yeah)
money, we count everywhere (yeah)
i put that cash in the air (yeah)
hop in that coupe, it go there (yeah)
n#ggas gon’ hate, they gon’ stare (yeah)
but, f#ck it, you know we prepared (yeah)
you not in my circle, you square (yeah)
she like all the sh#t that i wear (yeah)
i’m with the gang so beware (yeah)
that stick got a drum like a snare (yeah)
razer gon’ aim at his hair (yeah)
these b#tches, they come by the pair (yeah)
but f#ck it, you know we can share (yeah)



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