Betcha’ Didn’t Know lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Chorus: RiFF RAFF]
Betcha' didn't know that I was balling like this
Betcha' didn't know that I had rocks on my wrist
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want your b*tch
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want yo'
Betcha' didn't know that I was balling like this
Betcha' didn't know that I had rocks on my wrist
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want your b*tch
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want yo'

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Raspberry fist in an F-350
Frostbit wrist, diamonds dancin' like Chris
James Bond blimp
Aquaberry diamond smile
Tryna' cop my style, Versace laundry in the pile
I can Bill and Ted, got more ice than a sled
Hot as head in the tool shed
Rolls-Royce coupe red, push button start
Practice martial arts, the braids with the part
50-carats froze my heart
Private plane pilot, lean back close my eyelids
Take a sip of the violet, Lamborghini low mileage
Takin' trips to Japan, Afghanistan baby blue my sedan
20 inch ceilin' fans
[Chorus: RiFF RAFF]
Betcha' didn't know that I was balling like this
Betcha' didn't know that I had rocks on my wrist
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want your b*tch
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want yo'
Betcha' didn't know that I was balling like this
Betcha' didn't know that I had rocks on my wrist
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want your b*tch
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want yo'

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Baby I just want the money right
I was out here grindin' 400 night
This money and these b*tches got me stuntin' right
And if you single then you to the night
My party I can do what I want to
My party I can sip what I want to
Nobody all I know is I want you
But imma ball out like I'm 'posed to
To my mansion, all of my b*tches like my diamonds
Dancin', don't let down on the back
When you try me cause you a panic
Cop a pint of Act cause I ain't taste it in a minute
Papers on that big ol' body Benz, your's rented
I don't need nun, I just had a threesome
Three types of n*ggas, f*cking carry three guns
Gang in the club, the strippers show me love
They saw 100 I'm throwing I don't need more
Pour a cup of that dirty, show that pus*y no mercy
I love to f*ck of a perky, still holding my thirty
In the hood no worries, call Varney like curry
He pull up shooting like Curry
Pull up shooting like Curry
See they doubted me, and I told them to ride with me
I got all the money, they gon' ride for free
I'm (?) half of me
Hundred thousand she gon' ride with me
[Chorus: RiFF RAFF]
Betcha' didn't know that I was balling like this
Betcha' didn't know that I had rocks on my wrist
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want your b*tch
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want yo'
Betcha' didn't know that I was balling like this
Betcha' didn't know that I had rocks on my wrist
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want your b*tch
Betcha' didn't know that I don't want yo'
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