"LOVE THAT SHIT" REMIX

[Intro] Fuck that bitch, I'm getting money, I love that shit If it ain't money, get away from me, fuck that shit Always riding, why I do this cause I love that shit Can't go Hollywood I rather stay hood, I love that shit [Hook: Doeboi Flexx] Fuck that bitch, I'm getting money, I love that shit If it ain't money, get away from me, fuck that shit Always riding, why I do this cause I love that shit Can't go Hollywood I rather stay hood, I love that shit I love that shit, I love that shit, love that--love that shit (4x) [Verse 1: Lil Mister] I love that shit, band up get rich If it ain't money, I ain't tryna hear shit Baby hush that shit, baby I'ma walking lick, and I talk shit Make a fuck nigga piss, got bands in the whip 40 cal on my hip, I ain't worried about shit Foreign thing switch shifts, jack boss switch lanes All my niggas Insane Ballout Loul Deng, Bro nem got aim 40 Glock go bang, blow a fuck nigga brains Smoke dope kill pain, choppa bullets they rain Got white that cane, black 9 Luol Deng 7-4 the gang, Folks nem gang bang Ride yo bitch like a train, she gonna bless the whole team Eat eat, get brain Can't go Hollywood nigga mother fuck fame I be cooling with the gang, we gone off lean Off flats, pop beans, stay flee that's me Ball hard, play D And my dope from the sea, rolling up on the beach [Hook: Doeboi Flexx] [Verse 2: $wagg Dinero] I don't trust shit My pockets thick, my fist cost grip Don't cuff that bitch, she with the shit, do more than dicks That thing I whip, I use my wrist They come back quick, my defense sick I blitz this trap, he fumble bricks, we love this shit Counting up checks, and I don't care nothing about no bitch Fuck that bitch, she a bopper, I can tell she wasn't on shit Stupid bitch, you was broke, don't try to say you bought me shit Racks on wrist, so I see you seen that I been on my shit Tried that bitch, he ain't for shit How shit go here, we play with 40s No pocket rockets take yo pick, I gotta piss I'm almost rich, I'm young and rich That semi spit, red beam with the shit, don't need no grip [Hook: Doeboi Flexx] [Verse 3: Smylez] 069 I say it all the time cause I love that shit She told you I'ma friend from high school but I fucked that bitch Block to hot, every gun got bodies, don't touch that shit Big ol' eyes, tryna set up the guys, we gone stomp that bitch No new niggas Naw we ain't tryna clique up, nigg ion't trust that shit We tote triggers, get out of line, I got it I'ma bust that bitch If you ain't rich, you gotta start off with Loud on the corner selling dimes and nicks Oo this a hit, call Doeboi Flexx like nigga I love this shit Y'all know me, Big Boss Smylez Can't get money let me teach you how We do drills click clack pow, nigga we'll lay the whole fefe down I'm in the sky, y'all can see me now Say what's up when you see me out Opps getting mad we on TV now Punching up walls knocking TVs down Bitches love to stay fly and shit Wanna call my phone to get high and shit Know they gotta whole nigga wanna lie and shit My bitch come in, wanna hide and shit Sweet song, yeah on my highest shit, lose a 40 on my diet shit Got choppas with silents, let see which one shoot the quietest [Hook: Doeboi Flexx] [Verse 4: Quan Bandz & Doeboi Flexx] Fuck these hoes, these hoes be lying Bitch can't get a dime I'm bout my bands, don't waste my time Wanna be me get a lining 10 year nigga that's 875 8th never cross my mind All the bitches keep dying But I told y'all before, now I gotta squad down to ride I'm from 06, where you don't get no pass, we gone beat yo ass Fucks with real niggas, turn up beat shit R.I.P to my guys Posted on Compton that's where I grew up Bitch 875 ain't selling shit We Insane Gang Fuck Trell free the guys Love that money don't love that bitch Fuck that bitch, she ain't give me shit Keep that tool, nigga don't get fixed I keep telling y'all I'ma be rich Word on the streets, I'ma walking lick If a nigga try me the other day at smith I'm slick with the money, you can call me Rick Take yo top off like a open pick [Outro: Doeboi Flexx] Boy I love that shit, I'ont love that bitch Fuck that bitch I only hug that bitch Niggas cuffing these killers who does that shit? Bands over these bitches, you don't touch that shit Nigga trying to apologize, fuck that shit Shawty got some good head, bitch suck that shit Fake niggas, you know I had to cut that shit If you ain't talking bands than shut that shit