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Waka Flocka Flame - I Don't Really Care Lyrics

[Intro]
GO!
{KY Engineering}
Squad, Squad, Squad, Squad

[Chorus: Trey Songz] (Flocka)
Uh, throwin money in the air like, I don't really care (FLEX! FLEX! FLEX! FLOCKA!)
Yea, standin on the chair like I don't really care (FLEX! FLEX! FLEX! FLOCKA!)
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year (FLEX! FLEX! FLEX! FLOCKA!)
And haters everywhere but, I don't really care (FLOCKA! FLOCKA! FLOCKA! Squad!)
No I doooon't, I doooon't, I doooon't - I don't really care (Squad!)
No I doooon't, I doooon't, I doooon't - I-I don't really care (Squad!)
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year (Squad! Squad! Squad!)
And haters everywhere but, I don't really care (FLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX!!!!)

[Waka Flocka Flame]
(WAKA FLOCKAAAAAAAHHHHHHH~!!!!!)
I keep dem bad bitches yellin it (Flocka!)
Thugged-out, rich as hell, plus I'm throwin dick
(Bow! Bow! Bow! Bow!) D-Drunk as shit
Er'rywhere I go, I'm yellin Brick Squad Monopoly loud as shit (BRIIIIICK SQUAAAAAAAD!!)
Throwin money in the air (swag), FUCK it I don't care (Flocka!)
Fifty for the earrings, that's a hundred for a pair (swag)
Versace on my ass, two bands for my underwear (swag)
F-Foreign cars, foreign broads, baller of the year (s-swag)
Sparkles on my champagne, Independence Day
I ain't really want yo' number, yo' friend look better anyway, uh!

[Chorus]

[Trey Songz]
It go, "Stop stop, hol' 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-I-I be so reckless, spend a hundred thou 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

[Chorus]

[Waka Flocka Flame]
I see them haters watchin, fuck it let 'em hate (Flexin, ballin, goin, HARD!)
Mean mug 'em back, yellin out I'm gettin cake (Flexin, ballin, goin, HARD!)
I see them haters watchin, fuck it let 'em hate (Flexin, ballin, goin, HARD!)
Mean mug 'em back, yellin out I'm gettin cake~! (Squad!)
Ten thousand worth of ones on the way (Flex!)
He ain't playin with a check, lil' mama he just flexin
She came with you, she left with me - uh, interception
He sayin he gon' kill me when he catch me but, I don't really care (FLOCKA!!!)

[Chorus]

[Outro w/ Flocka whispering "Squad"]



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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.

Songwriters: TROY TAYLOR, AARON SMITH, TREMAINE NEVERSON, JUAQUIN MALPHURS, A. CRASK