I Don’t Really Care (feat. Trey Songz) - Waka Flocka Flame

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
 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
 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
 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

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
 Got bitches by the pair, I’m baller of the year
 And haters everywhere but I don’t really carelly care