You Don't Love Me Gucci Mane, Sexyy Red 

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Go Grizz)
(B100) Huh?

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
In my Benz, behind tint
With my fake lil' small lil' bitch
Got a project bitch that used to ride MARTA
My fake lil' hard lil' bitch (Huh?)
I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit
I'm still a walkin' lick (Walkin')
And I be smarter than Robin, I'm a truck
Then try to go against this shit (True)
Got this bitch from Texas, swear she flexin'
She can't even take no dick
Got some country over in Tennessee
My thick lil' white lil' shit (Lil' white, yeah)
And since '06 I been runnin' this shit
Nigga, I invented this shit
If my bitch come ask for money
No worries, I got plenty this shit (Brr)

[Pre-Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I met this girlie Sexyy, I let her in my coupe (Huh?)
I know she not no groupie, she said she from the loop (Go)
She flexed on me with bands, but look, I get money too
Act like you in the band then come blow me like a flute

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Sexyy Red]
I think I love her
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
I think I love her (Huh?)
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
I know I love her (Uh)
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
I know I love her (Wow)
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
I think I love her (It's Sexyy)

[Verse 2: Sexyy Red & Gucci Mane]
Well, my name is Nene, but these niggas call me Sexyy (Mwah)
Finesse a nigga out his real money if he let me (Brr-brr)
I turn these niggas out, they let me trap out they house (Uh, uh, uh)
I got some hoes from the 6 and whatever they say they 'bout (On Blood)
Fine-ass bitch from St. Louis look like some candy (What, what, what?)
Doggin' niggas out, I know I get that from my daddy (Hah)
He think that we in love 'cause I let him meet my family (Uh, uh)
Told him, "If you love me, nigga, chunk it up, all y'all great" (I'm Sexyy, I think I love her)
I met this nigga named Gucci, I like him, he get money (Brr-brr)
I know he got them hoes (Huh, uh), so I don't trust him for nothin' (Hell nah)
Me and him be thuggin' (Huh?), matchin' cars, we be stunnin' (Yoom)
But he's only good for givin' me money and some fuckin' (Yeah)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Sexyy Red]
I think I love her (Huh?)
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me (What the fuck?)
I think I love her (Wow)
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
I know I love her (The hell?)
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
Nigga, you don't fuck with me
I think I love her