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Whatever

2:292026-04-15

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Lyrics and translation

Original

Nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got

Uh-huh, yeah, nigga, whatever

You talkin' 'bout you love me, ain't shit changin' but the weather

I got niggas that the hoes who know they just might flock together

You can't style on the queen, I got the furs and all the flowers

Haters, they kill a bitch, I drop for jewelry, not the gabbin'

I laugh you out while you yellin', that's my pleasure

You tried to play, now I'ma drag and do it better

I ain't stressin' over no ho, bitch, I'm pressure

What's my favorite sport? A Maserati

Brown and terrier, it's twenty with my body-ody

This nigga steppin', thinkin' 'bout me, goin' la-di-da-di

Don't be stingy, boy, make me a Maserati mommy

He think he special, but he only know what I been showin'

He think I'm stupid bad like I don't know this nigga horny

But I been shockin' for a minute, they just did my tourin'

Don't let him have a fresh cut of cash, I'm likely goin'

Uh-huh, yeah, nigga, whatever

You talkin' 'bout you love me, ain't shit changin' but the weather

I got niggas that the hoes who know they just might flock together

You can't style on the queen, I got the furs and all the flowers

Haters, they kill a bitch, I drop for jewelry, not the gabbin'

I laugh you out while you yellin', that's my pleasure

You tried to play, now I'ma drag and do it better

I ain't stressin' over no ho, bitch, I'm pressure

I'm the realest bitch, niggas faker than some pleather

Said he blowin' up my phone to say what's up, I said whatever

Got 'em bitin' on my style, feelin' Mitchell like a sweater

'Cause they wanna take my spot, but ho

You can't 'cause you could never

Can't trust my bitches in the past, I know I'm better

Got money on me that I'll make it like a batter

If your baby checkin' bed, you gotta let her

If that nigga say he love me, go explain it in a letter

Nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got

I hate these niggas, like, for real

Uh-huh, yeah, nigga, whatever

You talkin' 'bout you love me, ain't shit changin' but the weather

I got niggas that the hoes who know they just might flock together

You can't style on the queen, I got the furs and all the flowers

Haters, they kill a bitch, I drop for jewelry, not the gabbin'

I laugh you out while you yellin', that's my pleasure

You tried to play, now I'ma drag and do it better

I ain't stressin' over no ho, bitch, I'm pressure

They dirty as fuck, ugly as fuck, like

Pay my bills or don't come around

No money, broken

Broken

English translation

Nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got

Uh-huh, yeah, nigga, whatever

You talkin' 'bout you love me, ain't shit changin' but the weather

I got niggas that the hoes who know they just might flock together

You can't style on the queen, I got the furs and all the flowers

Haters, they kill a bitch, I drop for jewelry, not the gabbin'

I laugh you out while you yellin', that's my pleasure

You tried to play, now I'ma drag and do it better

I ain't stressin' over no ho, bitch, I'm pressure

What's my favorite sport? A Maserati

Brown and terrier, it's twenty with my body-ody

This nigga steppin', thinkin' 'bout me, goin' la-di-da-di

Don't be stingy, boy, make me a Maserati mommy

He think he special, but he only know what I been showin'

He think I'm stupid bad like I don't know this nigga horny

But I been shockin' for a minute, they just did my tourin'

Don't let him have a fresh cut of cash, I'm likely goin'

Uh-huh, yeah, nigga, whatever

You talkin' 'bout you love me, ain't shit changin' but the weather

I got niggas that the hoes who know they just might flock together

You can't style on the queen, I got the furs and all the flowers

Haters, they kill a bitch, I drop for jewelry, not the gabbin'

I laugh you out while you yellin', that's my pleasure

You tried to play, now I'ma drag and do it better

I ain't stressin' over no ho, bitch, I'm pressure

I'm the realest bitch, niggas faker than some pleather

Said he blowin' up my phone to say what's up, I said whatever

Got 'em bitin' on my style, feelin' Mitchell like a sweater

'Cause they wanna take my spot, but ho

You can't 'cause you could never

Can't trust my bitches in the past, I know I'm better

Got money on me that I'll make it like a batter

If your baby checkin' bed, you gotta let her

If that nigga say he love me, go explain it in a letter

Nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got nothin' but love for you, honey (Yeah, whatever)

I got nothin' but love for you, baby (Uh-huh)

I got

I hate these niggas, like, for real

Uh-huh, yeah, nigga, whatever

You talkin' 'bout you love me, ain't shit changin' but the weather

I got niggas that the hoes who know they just might flock together

You can't style on the queen, I got the furs and all the flowers

Haters, they kill a bitch, I drop for jewelry, not the gabbin'

I laugh you out while you yellin', that's my pleasure

You tried to play, now I'ma drag and do it better

I ain't stressin' over no ho, bitch, I'm pressure

They dirty as fuck, ugly as fuck, like

Pay my bills or don't come around

No money, broken

Broken

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