[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Know what I'm sayin'?
We got some exotic, you know, we smokin' exotic, man
(It's Pablo Juan)
We go to the tropics, know what I'm sayin'?
I'm talkin' for real

[Pre-Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
All of these bitches, they fuck with us, come with us
We roll it up and we smoke like the Rasta
All of these bitches, they fuck with Pablo and Lil Duke
And Yak Gotti, they fuck with the Rasta
All of these bitches, they know that we real
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
I keep it on me, that colorful money
Damn right, it come from the hustle

[Chorus: Yak Gotti]
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no other
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
Life goes on, was it worth it?
She hugged me and she had me out [?]
Out of town with the clown, was it worth it?
I admit I did some things, I ain't perfect
Had some kids and now a n***a working
Getting paid to rap, no more service
Heart racing like the Kentucky Derby
I fucked her in a Maybach, closed curtains
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no lame
She say she want a n***a with cash
She want a young n***a with stain
Hopped out the Aston, hopped out the 'Rari
Baby, I'm sorry, this my apology
You are a part of me

[Pre-Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
All of these bitches, they fuck with us, come with us
We roll it up and we smoke like the Rasta
All of these bitches, they fuck with Pablo and Lil Duke
And Yak Gotti, they fuck with the Rasta
All of these bitches, they know that we real
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
I keep it on me, that colorful money
Damn right, it come from the hustle
[Chorus: Yak Gotti]
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no other
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
She said her last n***a wasn't enough
Used to talk to her bad, beat her up
I came through, and I beat it up
I ain't gon' let him come between us
She know I'm a real one, I got shooters out the truck
I pull up in the hood, drop off the product
Go to Jamaica and smoke like a Rasta
Yak Gotti with me, my shotta
No, no, no
She don't really want no buster
T-T-G, she trained to go
If I tell her, she might bust you
She know I came from the struggle, I can't go back
I got too much hustle
She's in the kitchen, she's the one that whip up the crack
That little bubble make it bubble
[Pre-Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
All of these bitches, they fuck with us, come with us
We roll it up and we smoke like the Rasta
All of these bitches, they fuck with Pablo and Lil Duke
And Yak Gotti, they fuck with the Rasta
All of these bitches, they know that we real
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
I keep it on me, that colorful money
Damn right, it come from the hustle

[Chorus: Yak Gotti]
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no other
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
All in her lane, they be cuffing
She said her last n***a was nothing
Everything I wear be custom
Whenever I land, I'm giving them hell
Fresh out the clip, boy, smell the YSL
Keep my little bae with me, she want Chanel
If the police get her, she will not tell
She know that she love me, she know that she love me
She stayed always down when a n***a had nothing
Damn, I went, got little bitch in whatever she want
I swear, she ain't gotta want for nothing
I cannot love her, I'm in love with money
In love with my n***as, they keep it a hundred
When I was down bad and broke, they was stunting
Now that I got me a check, they come running
I want blue hundreds

[Pre-Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
All of these bitches, they fuck with us, come with us
We roll it up, and we smoke like the Rasta
All of these bitches, they fuck with Pablo and Lil Duke
And Yak Gotti, they fuck with the Rasta
All of these bitches, they know that we real
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
I keep it on me, that colorful money
Damn right, it come from the hustle

[Chorus: Yak Gotti]
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no other
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster
She don't wanna fuck with no buster