I Don't Love These Heauxs - Chase N. Cashe, Troy Ave

But sometimes the truth is just disrespectful

Ain’t no way you be politically correct

And we finna kill shit, you know what I mean?

(Hook)

I walk up in the spot with my jewels on

Standing on the couch with my boots on,

I wish a nigga would tell me move on

I wink my eye at your bitch now your boo gone

I might like, I might like, but I don’t love these hoes

I might lust, I might rush, but I don’t love these hoes

I might hit, then might split, 'cause I don’t love these hoes

I don’t love these hoes, I don’t love these hoes

See I walk up in the spot with my jewels on,

Yeah fresh off the block with my boots on,

Bad bitch that I like wearing two tone,

Pointed at her own site, told her you down

No work, no play, whether you on

All work mo pay, yeah my crew on

Free Terrance, free Rollins in my true song

Man it’s OG that I’m smoking nigga, too strong

Money money money money nigga, count that

Hustle rings snow sunny nigga, I’m bout that

Catch your bitch in the club, pull up out there

For a baller she would do a Spalding and bounce that

For a grill when she move out to work, cop that,

Once it’s in then she gotta skrr, my bad

Nigga’s out here tryina love them hoes, don’t do that

I’m only in it for the love of dough, you knew that.

(Hook)

I walk up in the spot with my jewels on

Standing on the couch with my boots on,

I wish a nigga would tell me move on

I wink my eye at your bitch now your boo gone

I might like, I might like, but I don’t love these hoes

I might lust, I might rush, but I don’t love these hoes

I might hit, then might split, 'cause I don’t love these hoes

I don’t love these hoes, I don’t love these hoes