KnewIt
(Bitch) Cartier shades and they two toned (Two tone)
I got niggas in the cut who gon get em' gone
Done fucking that bitch need a move on
If you ain't getting money what u doing
Me and my niggas we gonna get to it
We tried to put you on nigga you blew it
Fucking that bitch in the back of the Buick
We getting money lil' nigga you knew it (Huh)
(Hold on)
Franklin Saint I keep upping my pape
Franklin Saint I keep moving that weight
My nigga we ballin' I'm watching yall fumble
We some gorillas we stay in the jungle
Rack em up, rack em up, rack em up my hundos
Key to success is you gotta stay humble
Stay with the wolves like dlo
Love playing with that kat like dlo
(Yea yea yea un)
Ima Yelnats nigga broke the family curse bitch (Hold on)
Woke up this morning to rich (Yea)
Niggas want smoke bout a bitch (Uh un)
Wockhardt I crack out the seal
Sipping that shit by the motherfucking liter
Gorilla niggas in the whip
Go ape bout that shit like my whole name was caesar
(Bitch) Cartier shades and they two toned (Two tone)
I got niggas in the cut who gon get em' gone
Done fucking that bitch needa' move on
If you ain't getting money what u doing
Me and my niggas we gonna get to it
We tried to put you on nigga you blew it
Fucking that bitch in the back of the Buick
We getting money lil' nigga you knew it (Huh)
We talking bout money lil' nigga I'm fluent
Coup got stars in the celling like (Fuck)
Coup got stars in the celling like Jewish
I keep the percs in back of the truck
You know when I fuck I nut on her butt
Smoke a three five like Kevin Durant
I'm spending money you know that I can
I pour the four yea I'm sipping it
I'm counting racks, counting dividends
Nigga I am the plug don't need middle men
I'm dressed in all Rick like a minute man
She gonna scream when I'm in it (Yea)
My bitch a dime not a penny (Yea)
Know that my carti's is tinted
Flexin so hard need a gym
I'm Ballin' i'm above the rim (Yea)
(Bitch) Cartier shades and they two toned (Two tone)
I got niggas in the cut who gon get em' gone
Done fucking that bitch needa move on
If you ain't getting money what u doing
Me and my niggas we gonna get to it
We tried to put you on nigga you blew it
Fucking that bitch in the back of the Buick
We getting money lil' nigga you knew it (Huh)
I got niggas in the cut who gon get em' gone
Done fucking that bitch need a move on
If you ain't getting money what u doing
Me and my niggas we gonna get to it
We tried to put you on nigga you blew it
Fucking that bitch in the back of the Buick
We getting money lil' nigga you knew it (Huh)
(Hold on)
Franklin Saint I keep upping my pape
Franklin Saint I keep moving that weight
My nigga we ballin' I'm watching yall fumble
We some gorillas we stay in the jungle
Rack em up, rack em up, rack em up my hundos
Key to success is you gotta stay humble
Stay with the wolves like dlo
Love playing with that kat like dlo
(Yea yea yea un)
Ima Yelnats nigga broke the family curse bitch (Hold on)
Woke up this morning to rich (Yea)
Niggas want smoke bout a bitch (Uh un)
Wockhardt I crack out the seal
Sipping that shit by the motherfucking liter
Gorilla niggas in the whip
Go ape bout that shit like my whole name was caesar
(Bitch) Cartier shades and they two toned (Two tone)
I got niggas in the cut who gon get em' gone
Done fucking that bitch needa' move on
If you ain't getting money what u doing
Me and my niggas we gonna get to it
We tried to put you on nigga you blew it
Fucking that bitch in the back of the Buick
We getting money lil' nigga you knew it (Huh)
We talking bout money lil' nigga I'm fluent
Coup got stars in the celling like (Fuck)
Coup got stars in the celling like Jewish
I keep the percs in back of the truck
You know when I fuck I nut on her butt
Smoke a three five like Kevin Durant
I'm spending money you know that I can
I pour the four yea I'm sipping it
I'm counting racks, counting dividends
Nigga I am the plug don't need middle men
I'm dressed in all Rick like a minute man
She gonna scream when I'm in it (Yea)
My bitch a dime not a penny (Yea)
Know that my carti's is tinted
Flexin so hard need a gym
I'm Ballin' i'm above the rim (Yea)
(Bitch) Cartier shades and they two toned (Two tone)
I got niggas in the cut who gon get em' gone
Done fucking that bitch needa move on
If you ain't getting money what u doing
Me and my niggas we gonna get to it
We tried to put you on nigga you blew it
Fucking that bitch in the back of the Buick
We getting money lil' nigga you knew it (Huh)
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Writer(s): Damari Rice
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