Cuban Doll Unbothered Remix Lyrics


Unbothered (Remix) by Cuban Doll

[Intro]
You hoes not even really unbothered

[Verse 1: Cuban Doll]
Flex on these broke hoes like I'm post to, this that Cuban
I got some new money, 'bout the donate some to Houston
We never spoke hoe, you a broke hoe, what you doin'?
I need some more money in the tour bus when I'm movin'
I don't be worried about bitches, I don't be worried about hoes
I need more checks to cash, I need more stacks for clothes
Bitches be hatin' the glow, that's why I don't fuck with these hoes
I want to go to the bank and stack up my money some more

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Whoa, whoa, broke bitches never prosper, no bums on the roster
Smoke good like a Rasta, baby girl unbothered
Stay tuned for the slaughter, water wrist, that's aqua
Got the sauce like tarter, tell these bitches come harder
Every dope boy want a Cuban, oh now they fuck with the music?
Soon as they notice the glow, they want to fuck with the movement
I had to get on my grind, tell them hoes I'ma do it
I don't care how a bitch feel, I'm about to make her feel stupid

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Huh
Kick a bitch out the Bentley, racks on me like a fifty (Racks)
Diamonds singing like Whitney (Whitney), put the dick in her kidneys (huh)
Cuban Links cost a 40 (40), rich bitch, she gon spoil me (Rich)
Broke niggas, got em salty, they wanna show, can't afford me
Ooh she a eater, pick up a check went and got me a freezer
I still got the beeper, I play with the keys I'm fuckin Aleisha
Hop off a check for a bigger bag, I ain got time for the chitter chat
The racks on my back like a piggy bag, the pinky ring cost me another sack

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Whoa, whoa, broke bitches never prosper, no bums on the roster
Smoke good like a Rasta, baby girl unbothered
Stay tuned for the slaughter, water wrist, that's aqua
Got the sauce like tarter, tell these bitches come harder
Every dope boy want a Cuban, oh now they fuck with the music?
Soon as they notice the glow, they want to fuck with the movement
I had to get on my grind, tell them hoes I'ma do it
I don't care how a bitch feel, I'm about to make her feel stupid

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