[Hook]
Yeen talking money, we know!
You got finger f*cked on your deal and we know!
You keep taking that ho shopping and we know it!
I’m the type to take her to the strip club with me, let her throw it
And we know, and we know, and we know
You flexing bout kicking them doors
And I know one thing, you ain’t got no hoes
And we know, and we know, and we know
We know that your wrist ain’t real sh*t
You stay with that ho and we still f*ck your b*tch
And we know!
[Verse 1]
You say you got money but you ain’t got sh*t for the show
More white than Joe Blow, how you let a n*gga juug all your dough?
I’m the type to hold you up for ransom
This the new f*ck a broke n*gga’s b*tch anthem
We know you ain’t having, you never tip the dancers
Kraow, with the chopper, they like Longway, New Hampshire
f*ck with the Phantom, I got the juice, no Tropicana
Migo my lingo, I f*ck up on grammar
We know you a J, addicted to Hannah
I was capping ‘fore I moved to Atlanta
You ain’t got no hands, you ain’t got no manners
When I trapped nicks I was still cool with Cannon
We know if you get caught you sing like you Janet
[Hook]
Yeen talking money, we know!
You got finger f*cked on your deal and we know!
You keep taking that ho shopping and we know it!
I’m the type to take her to the strip club with me, let her throw it
And we know, and we know, and we know
You flexing bout kicking them doors
And I know one thing, you ain’t got no hoes
And we know, and we know, and we know
We know that your wrist ain’t real sh*t
You stay with that ho and we still f*ck your b*tch
And we know!
[Verse 2]
You talk bout that sh*t that you do, what bout that sh*t that you can’t?
You ain’t got rank
I know you ain’t paying 32 hundred for no motherf*cking plank
Yeen got to drink just to be cool, ride on the water like a ski do
QC froze on igloo, and I ain’t got to flex how you do
Strapped with 100 guns, order 100 bottles, that’s all for the models
We know, your b*tch she suck some good di*k, tell that b*tch swallow the bottle
30 on me so I waddle, 15, backend for tomorrow
I gots to have bread like a gyro, we know you ain’t having so you gots to borrow
[Hook]
Yeen talking money, we know!
You got finger f*cked on your deal and we know!
You keep taking that ho shopping and we know it!
I’m the type to take her to the strip club with me, let her throw it
And we know, and we know, and we know
You flexing bout kicking them doors
And I know one thing, you ain’t got no hoes
And we know, and we know, and we know
We know that your wrist ain’t real sh*t
You stay with that ho and we still f*ck your b*tch
And we know!