I Know Why lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Zone Fo'

[Chorus: Blaze 1]
b*tches love me they n*ggas hate me, I know why
Twenty-fours on the Chevy, look like I'm 'bout to fly

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Take flight on a ho, ride a kite on a b*tch
Lear jet Gucci, when I ride on 6's
Gotta sit high, like my ride on switches
Rent it out the ass dudes barking hoes keep looking
Shackles wanna jet, but they don't keep bak
Candy coated 'llac, with the brat pushed back
Shorty smoke thrax, what'chu know 'bout that?
Let the top back, the hood catch contact
It's a known fact, Gucci smoke on purp'
Old school verty, with the ace on the skirts
See the tucked dash, paint look like glass
I came through skatin, and they done start hatin
Twenty-eight D-U-B's on rotate
These haters roll dank, I tell 'em get'chu straight
Twenty-eight D-U-B's on rotate
These haters roll dank, I tell 'em get'chu straight

[Chorus: Blaze 1]
b*tches love me they n*ggas hate me, I know why
Twenty-fours on the Chevy, look like I'm 'bout to fly
[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Ya girl n*gga she just looove me
Watch me ride by wanna f*ck me
See me in the club wanna suck me
Guess that's why you mad and wanna buck me
Tellin them n*ggas you gon' kill me
But you's a b*tch, you gotta feel me
I ride around the ghetto, two hundred thousand on the slab
Spent a million on my jewels and a million on my 'llac
Three million in the bank, fo' million in property
That's nine million dollars and your wife still jockin me
IRS still watchin me they hate n*ggas with paper
Didn't like me in school, but now the b*tch caught +The Vapors+
Like Biz Markie, she got what I need
She thinkin it's the pus*y, it's her money and her weeeeeave
I like her head, but I love her bread
Them hoes want a Pimp but them hoes just scared

[Chorus: Blaze 1]
b*tches love me they n*ggas hate me, I know why
Twenty-fours on the Chevy, look like I'm 'bout to fly

[Verse 3: Rich Boy]
I pulled up in the S5, 52 hoes with me
Three thousand dollar Gucci jacket ridin Big Willest
Drinkin deuces and we smokin on some real killer
If you ain't out here gettin then yo' ass silly
Air Willie, nina on my side
I'm sittin so high I don't ride I glide
Slide, them thirty-two inches on my Phantom
Them blades choppin on that b*tch lookin like a gremlin
Ho I'm a winner, I deserve a trophy
If you ain't got no money then n*gga don't approach me
[Chorus: Blaze 1]
b*tches love me they n*ggas hate me, I know why
Twenty-fours on the Chevy, look like I'm 'bout to fly