THEY DON'T KNOW

They don't know whats up with you
But i still feel your love i do
(mmm-hmm mmm-hmmm)
Counting up the stacks fuck these bitches in my way
I got feelings for the bag
So im running to the bank
(Chasing, chasing, all these thotties chasing chasing)
(Oh ooo oh, ooo oh, oooo oh)
Everytime you talk whatchu lying for
We wont be together whatchu trying for
But i can get you feeling right
Light up a spliff and get high
Talking baby no i wont lie
Hop in and lets go for a ride or sum
SRT the whip hear the whine
Got a seatbelt when you riding(uhhh)
They don't know whats up with you
But i still feel your love i do
(mmm-hmm mmm-hmmm)
Counting up the stacks fuck these bitches in my way
I got feelings for the bag
So im running to the bank
(Chasing, chasing, all these thotties chasing chasing)
Mix it up
Pour it in my cup
2 blunts to the mouth tell shorty roll it up
All night on the floor(uhhh)
Police at the door(uhhh)
Smoke to much before(uhhh)
Rolling up some more(uhhh)
She wanna fuck
So i fuck her to a slow song
Hands on her hips yeah she gonna get her flow on
Bands in the whip aint nobody catch a slow one
Diamonds dancing on my wrist
Just like frozone im the cold one
Want a bitch i can smoke with
Cute face
Nice body
Where the soul is
Non-existent cause these bitches on a mission
Just to put you in a prison lock you down cant leave
Its part of the cycle you'll see
They don't know whats up with you
They don't know