Tabs (Explicit) - Cozz/Dreamville/Bas

I don't keep tabs on these b**ches

I close the tab on these b**ches

Won't give no cash to these b**ches

I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot

Won't call a cab for these b**ches

I don't give a damn bout these b**ches

I don't give a damn bout these b**ches

I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot

I just don't care don't call a cab

Don't have a care for these b**ches

I don't give a damn if I had a van

I would still dance on these b**ches

I don't give a damn I know your plan

I'm not a fan of these b**ches

I know the plan of you b**ches you is just after the riches

So I do not care if it's dark or not

I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot

So baby girl please do not talk a lot

Spark the pot take a drink yeah we got to rock

Got the Dr. Phil

When I author shots I'm like Dr. Phil

I make her problems stop let me cop a feel

When I was talking shots I meant liquor ni**a

Words get mixed up and the cops will kill

But nah for real you ain't gotta chill

You in college still pop a pill

Drink something then walk it off

8 miles ain't nothing to ya' like papa doc

I guess it is when you're off a lot

And your neck itch you're off a lot

Only my palms itchin'

Y'all niggas know y'all broads trippin'

Tenantry hop up in my whip I just got it for the low

I'm about to get some tint

So you hoes never know who be ridin' in my sh*t

I don't keep tabs on these b**ches

I close the tab on these b**ches

Won't give no cash to these b**ches

I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot

Won't call a cab for these b**ches

I don't give a damn bout these b**ches

I don't give a damn bout these b**ches

I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot

I don't keep tabs on these b**ches

I close the tab on these b**ches

Won't give no cash to these b**ches

I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot

Won't call a cab for these b**ches

I don't give a damn bout these b**ches

I don't give a damn bout these b**ches

I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot

I don't give a damn bout these b**ches

I'm bout to close up the tab

I'm too black to hail you a cab

I can't ride the train with these b**ches

Cause bas a boss I eat Italian every day

Clear the scene and make it vacate

Kill the show and hit the road

Me and my ni**a Cody got it locked down like a figure 4

More like figure 40

And them b**ches know we don't f**k 'em slow

We don't finger shorty's they already horny

You ain't f**king that's a clever joke

I don't chase b**ches I f**k 8 b**ches

This past week I got really lucky on Wednesday

Just ask me I was backseat with two bad freaks

It was that easy liquor flow I got a henny

Smoke a pound of d**e and make it back easy

Never trust a ni**a where I'm from a ni**a love a ni**a

Do him that greasy for the love of money

Color money paint the streets red

Don't dangle bread for the least fare

Cause all a ni**a need is time

One dime that you fond of and you lined up

One time won't look twice your time's up

So I just hustle work and grind

Cause all these niggas rather see me dead

And all these hoes ain't worth a dime

For real combined

I don't keep tabs on these b**ches

I close the tab on these b**ches

Won't give no cash to these b**ches

I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot

Won't call a cab for these b**ches

I don't give a damn bout these b**ches

I don't give a damn bout these b**ches

I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot

I don't keep tabs on these b**ches

I'm supposed to tap on these b**ches

Won't give no cash to these b**ches

I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot

Won't call a cab for these b**ches

I don't give a damn bout these b**ches

I don't give a damn bout these b**ches

I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot