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

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.