Ain’t Thinking ’Bout Her lyrics

[Hook]
I ain't thinkin' 'bout no b*tch, I left that b*tch alone
We got glizzies in this b*tch, you left your sh*t at home
I got dope fiends in my trap, I got dope fiends on the phone
Selling dubs and sawbucks out this back and it's [?]
Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like I'm Karl Malone
Call my lawyer, baby, beat my case, b*tch, I'm coming home
Louis bag, fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome
Expensive cologne left the fragrance when I spray it on

[Verse 1]
What the f*ck is wrong with this lil' b*tch, she won't leave me alone
Keep texting my phone, she like "Baby, why you do me wrong?
She's a doggy b*tch, I'm not the owner but gave her a bone
She just want me cuz she heard my name ring like a telephone
b*tch, I'm in ya house, in ya house
Like I was Jerome
If you run your mouth, we'll turn your crib to a haunted home
I don't got no spouse, I just met her f*cked her on the couch
I be cashing out, and these Louis shoes not coming out
I like your dress but take it off
Thick, rich, white hoes in my house
Got a jar of Molly from a homie, and I passed them out
I can't think about these hoes, like my mind broke
That hoe tried to take me out for dinner, I didn't even go
I always eat on the go, point me to the door
We find out you holding paraphernalia we gon' kick your door
Yo' b*tch she was on my di*k, so I put it on her lip
Nine eleven with extended clips, too big for my hip
[Hook]
I ain't thinkin' 'bout no b*tch, I left that b*tch alone
We got glizzies in this b*tch, you left your sh*t at home
I got dope fiends in my trap, I got dope fiends on the phone
Selling dubs and sawbucks out this back and it's [?]
Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like I'm Karl Malone
Call my lawyer, baby, beat my case, b*tch, I'm coming home
Louis bag, fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome
Expensive cologne left the fragrance when I spray it on

[Verse 2]
I remember I was selling salt, I didn't have no coke
I remember I was in that cold I didn't have a coat
I hit it with the soda, watch it float like a sail boat
It always leave an odor in my house, you can smell dope
My old school is classical, it's classic like a shell toe
And you ain't gotta say you going broke I can tell though
Be sure you're what we about, we'll teach you 'bout running your mouth
Chrome lips they poking out, they kiss b*tches right in the mouth
Everytime these hoes run through my house, they always get lost
They rappers faking the game, I already figured them out
Hit the mall and then start cashing out, forget what about
If he ain't talking about no guap, I'm not hearing him out
V12 versus V8, and this motherf*cker so fast I can't keep the wheel straight
I f*ck b*tches everyday, I went to sleep last night with a b*tch woke up to a new face
[Hook]
I ain't thinkin' 'bout no b*tch, I left that b*tch alone
We got glizzies in this b*tch, you left your sh*t at home
I got dope fiends in my trap, I got dope fiends on the phone
Selling dubs and sawbucks out this bag and it's [?]
Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like I'm Karl Malone
Call my lawyer, baby, beat my case, b*tch, I'm coming home
Louis bag, fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome
Expensive cologne left the fragrance when I spray it on