They Don't. Lyrics

They don't

They don't check on me

Pay no mind I just stay on my

Own lane keep up my own my grind

Got me a new cuban that bitch shine

They don't

They don't check on me

Pay no mind I just stay on my

Own lane keep up my own my grind

Got me a new cuban that bitch shine

WC show went crazy all the real ones popped out

That's why I always gotta shout out the team

Triple7 in this bitch till the day I DIE

Trying to do more shows in the city

I be smokin' cruisin through my city

Chi Town it's the Windy City

Stop all that haten blow em down with the 45 if you feel me

They say he acting real shiesty now

I'm just making moves on the low

Counting blue hunnids that's just the money flow

Smoking Orange Juice got me moving slo mo

Hopped inside the beamer then I floor that hoe

Floor that hoe

Floor that hoe

They don't

They don't check on me

Pay no mind I just stay on my

Own lane keep up my own my grind

Got me a new cuban that bitch shine

They don't

They don't check on me

Pay no mind I just stay on my

Own lane keep up my own my grind

Got me a new cuban that bitch shine

Yea that bitch shine

That bitch shine

That bitch shine

Riding around my neck

Round my neck

Round my neck

I'm just counting blue hundreds

Blue hundreds

Blue hundreds

Jumping out my pockets

And they jumping out my pockets

Why they hating on me

I just pop out at the shows

Going to rock out at the shows

They wish they was at the shows

Been doing this on my own

Had to get to the bag myself

They said I couldn't help myself now look where they at right now

But I ain't talking about that right now

They don't

They don't check on me

Pay no mind I just stay on my

Own lane keep up my own my grind

Got me a new cuban that bitch shine

They don't

They don't check on me

Pay no mind I just stay on my

Own lane keep up my own my grind

Got me a new cuban that bitch shine

That bitch shine

(Shine)