97 Songtext
von Doja Cat

Pull up in the ′97 Benz (baby, get up in it)
Sexy with that fire truck red (with the windows tinted)
Smokin' while I cruise through the valley (you so ignorant)
Looks like we don′t give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)

Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don′t give a shit)
Looks like we don′t give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don′t give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don′t give a shit (looks like we don't give a-)

Yeah, I ain′t got no skeletons in my luxury walk-in
They ain't know I'm innocent, baby, look who is talkin′
They ain′t even ready-spaghetti, baby, they sauceless
Speedin' through the city, we medicated the horses

You could hit up PETA, the paint on me make me gorgeous
I′ma take the geese-and-chinchilla coat on a walk and
Don't forget the cheetah print, speed up, come here, record it
If that shit ain′t bleedin' and screamin′ I do not want it (take it back)


Pull up in the '97 Benz (baby, get up in it)
Sexy with that fire truck red (with the windows tinted)
Smokin' while I cruise through the valley (you so ignorant)
Looks like we don′t give a- (looks like we don′t give a shit)

Said looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don′t give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don′t give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don′t give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a-)

Yeah, said, "If these are clothes, motherfucker, what are those?"
You look like a butter face, butter body, butter toes
I put Can′t Believe It on my early morning butter toast
Y′all cannot believe I'm not a fiend and that it wasn′t coke

You look so uncomfortable, you could have a seat
And several hundred more, hop up off my D just like a bunny go
Hop up out the scene, and now they want it more, I don't know
I like when they plead, "I′m beggin', please, now where the fuck is Doj′?"

Pull up and they smiley instead (actin' stupid)
Like they wasn't tryin′ to fight me in threads (′bout some music)
In a Tweet that I'ma probably still stand by (I′m ruthless)
Keep ya money, funky bitch, 'cause I don′t play about the (the rumors)


They gon' buy it, they gon′ pirate, they gon' play it, they consume it
If you scootin', let me know ′cause that′s a comment, that's a view
And that′s a ratin', that′s some hatin', that′s engagement, I could use and
I can teach y'all how to do this, but I'd much rather be cruisin′

Watch me pull up in the ′97 Benz (baby, get up in it)
Sexy with that fire truck red (with the windows tinted)
Smokin' while I cruise through the Valley (you so ignorant)
Looks like we don′t give a shit, said (looks like we don't give a shit)

Looks like we don′t give a shit, hm (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don′t give a shit, yah (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit, huh, (looks like we don′t give a shit)
Looks like we don′t give a shit, huh (looks like we don't give a-)

Looks like we don′t
That's ′cause we don't, motherfucker
That′s 'cause we don't, little bitch
That′s ′cause we don't