Know bout me (remix) lyrics

[Intro: Jay Z]
We gotta sell these b*tches the dream, my n*gga
n*ggas like Walt Disney around this b*tch

[Verse 1: Brayo]
What you know bout me
What you know bout be
Don't you know what a n*gga done seen
What you know, dont you know i flipped trees
While my n*ggas flipped keys, so my n*gga please
Don't remind me
What you know, what you know bout pain
What you know bout strength
Don't you know that a n*gga ain't playing
Don't you know, don't you know that a n*gga got bills
So im out here chasing mills, so you should know a n*gga gota strain
My n*gga i just moved to miami
Tryna feed my tummy
Yeah these b*tches are yummy
But im just chasing this money
They say its riches and b*tches
And beaches and pictures
But in miami its just goons tryna get your attention
Man a n*gga been starving, like a motherf*ckin slave
Man this sh*t is retarded, but i gota be brave
Don't you know i gota save my fam from that sh*t
Make sure they all gota eat, my n*gga
What you know bout a n*gga named B.R.A to the f*ckin Y.O
My n*gga, don't you know i was raised in the slums of f*ckin nairo lil n*gga


Don't you know that im star
Your boy done come so far
All the way from nairo to the 305 just to give yall some bars
You better know who we are, lil n*gga better know who we are
Up in the club in the vip while you other lil n*ggas are stuck by the bar

[Hook: Timbaland]
What you know bout me, what you know bout me
What you know bout me, what you know bout me
Not a muthaf*ckin thing, not a muthaf*ckin thing
Not a muthaf*ckin thing, not a muthaf*ckin thing

[Verse 2: Drake]
I just got back home, 40 days on vacation
No one killing the game, sh*t is all for the taking
What the f*ck did I stutter? am I being mistaken?
I'm a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-star in the makin'
Who you said was the man? What the f*ck is a deal
Really do it the best, I'm DJ Khaled for real
Got my thumb on the pulse, got impeccable timin'
If they forgot about my worth, I got a check to remind 'em
Got some things on the wrist, Cartier with the diamonds
If this was 10 years ago n*gga would've went diamond
I been singing and rapping I make a killin' in both
If i had to choose a Jackson man I'm feelin' like Bo
Fresh down to the socks, team look like the Raiders
I don't take this sh*t for granted, I'd like to thank my creator
I'm coming b-b-b-b-b-b-b-back on you haters
I'm 'bout to put this b*tch on her back and get back to you later
Man, whats up
[Hook: Timbaland]

[verse 3: Brayo]
Ah, not a mother f*ckin thing
Let me try and keep it plain
So you know what im saying
Bout this money im slaying
Any n*gga in my way
Man a n*gga don't play
Smoke your ass and leave your ash in the ash tray
Just a f*ckin jk
I ain't no f*ckin killer but when times get realer ima pull that trigger
Yeah they call me kiriba yeah i keep me a diva and a n*gga got stripes
I ain't talking addidas i am talking bout a zebra or a f*ckin referee
Take a hit of the refer b
I said maybe more like a zebra or a f*ckin referee
Take a hit of the refer b lil nika