You Don’t Love Me lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Go Grizz)
(B100) Huh?

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
In my Benz, behind tint
With my fake lil' smart lil' b*tch
Got a project b*tch that used to ride MARTA
My fake lil' hard lil' b*tch (Huh?)
I'm the sh*t, you know I'm the sh*t
I'm still a walkin' lick (Walkin')
And I be smarter than robbin', I'm a truck
Then try to go against this sh*t (True)
Got this b*tch from Texas, swear she flexin'
She can't even take no di*k
Got some country over in Tennessee
My thick lil' white lil' sh*t (Lil' white, yeah)
And since '06, I been runnin' this sh*t
n*gga, I invented this sh*t
If my b*tch come ask for money
No worries, I got plenty this sh*t (Brr)

[Pre-Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I met this girl named Sexyy, I let her in my coupe (Huh?)
I know she not no groupie, she said she from the Lou' (Go)
She flexed on me with bands, but look, I get money too
Act like you in a band and come blow me like a flute
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Sexyy Red]
I think I love her
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
I think I love her (Huh?)
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her (Uh)
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her (Wow)
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
I think I love her (It's Sexyy)

[Verse 2: Sexyy Red & Gucci Mane]
Well, my name is Nae Nae, but these n*ggas call me Sexyy (Mwah)
Finesse a n*gga out his real money if he let me (Brr)
I turn these n*ggas out, they let me trap out they house (Uh, uh, uh)
I got some hoes from the 6 and whatever they say, they 'bout (On Blood)
Fine-ass b*tch from St. Louis look like some candy (Wop, wop)
Doggin' n*ggas out, I know I get that from my daddy (Yeah)
He think that we in love 'cause I let him meet my family (Uh, uh)
Told him, "If you love me, n*gga, chunk it up, on your granny" (I'm Sexyy, I think I love her)
I met this n*gga named Gucci, I like him, he get money (Brr)
I know he got them hoes, so I don't trust him for nothin' (Hell nah)
Me and him be thuggin' (Huh?), matchin' cars, we be stunnin' (Yoom)
But he's only good for givin' me money and some f*ckin'
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Sexyy Red]
I think I love her (Huh?)
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me (What the f*ck?)
I think I love her (Wow)
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her (The hell?)
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
n*gga, you don't f*ck with me
I think I love her