CAN’T BE FUCKED WITH Lyrics – Ty Dolla $ign

Read the full CAN’T BE FUCKED WITH lyrics by Ty Dolla $ign along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ty Dolla Ign’s music, you can also explore WIT IT and DECEMBER 31ST, two other songs by Ty Dolla Ign.

[Part I]

[Chorus]
All the hoes in the club go ratchet
All the strippers in the club go ratchet
All the hoes in, all the hoes in, all the hoes in the club go ratchet
All the hoes in the club go ratchet
All the strippers in the club go ratchet
All the hoes in, all the hoes in, all the hoes in the club go ratchet

[Verse]
Thirty mil’ up
Hopped off the porch and I ran it up
EZMNY overstand these n!ggas not us
I can’t remember when, these b!tches ain’t give a damn
Hundred points up on the scoreboard, can’t even count the wins
Tycoon talk, the money is sent
Ain’t on my level, then we can’t be friends
You ain’t my b!tch if you ain’t a ten
Pretty lil’ b!tch be twisting my ends
Jump in that water, I swim with the sharks
Signed a new artist and he going hard, yeah
You wasn’t there from the start
We was laid up in the dark
Nobody lent a hand
Now a n!gga got a plan
Now a n!gga thinking smart
Do this s*it for the fam’
Grateful I took a chance
What would you do for a chance?
A chance to be a Tycoon
What would you do for a chance?

[Chorus]
Woah, woah, woah
All the hoes in the club go ratchet
All the strippers in the club go ratchet

All the hoes in, all the hoes in, all the hoes in the club go ratchet

[Part II]

[Verse 1]
Pull up bumping Jodeci
Too lit, I can’t go to sleep
Hundred racks all over me, yeah
Codeine cup is bittersweet
Blew a ticket in a week
Hundred racks all over me, yeah

[Chorus]
Can’t be fu*ked with, can’t be fu*ked with
Can’t be fu*ked with, can’t be fu*ked with
Can’t be fu*ked with, can’t be fu*ked with
Can’t be fu*ked with, can’t be fu*ked with

[Verse 2]
Cash keep falling, no receipts
Push the foreign with no keys
All my sins, they on repeat
But the more they set me free
Popping pills, she barely eat
Heart‘s so cold, I’m in these streets
I can’t go, I keep my peace
Still too rich to ever weep
Counting bands, I’m never cheap
I fu*k her once then let her leave
Can’t be laid with my enemies
Said she wish it was ten of me