Everybody Knows
Okay
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (clothes), the jewels to the flows (flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (no), I don't wonder, she'll love me if I'm broke (why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, no
I get money when I'm high (high), I get money when I'm low (low)
I get money with my honey (honey), I get money with the bros (bros)
You try discipline me? (Me), that's when I discipline you (you)
Girl, I'm done with these hoes, I'm in a discipline mood (I am)
Fly girl, I like the way you're glistenin', too
Before rap, in the trap, I'm who they're listenin' to
You like suckin' it, strokin' it, kissin' 'em too
When you're at work, missin' me, you're missin' 'em too, nah (too)
Real niggas ain't dissin' on tunes
In real life, make niggas go missin' with booms
Like, sweep 'em aside ('side), put your feelings aside
I'm the type to go to a weddin', and leave with the bride
I'm a devious guy
Got my girl a new Range Rover
Left it outside, and said, "The keys are inside"
And I still can't get a visa, or go to Miami
'Cause you know me, I'm scatty, favorite clothes is a trackie
Way before rap, I had a freezin' wrist
They ask me how? I tell them the reason is
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (clothes), the jewels to the flows (flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (no), I don't wonder, she'll love me if I'm broke (why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (no)
I get money when I'm high (high), I get money when I'm low (low)
I get money with my honey (honey), I get money with the bros (bros)
You love moanin', always tryna leave me with stress
But if I leave, you know it's gonna leave you depressed (you know it)
Six keys on my neck, I said, "We are the best"
Only alphabet I know is, VV and S
The city know I'm clean when I dress
And the city knows you play, and yes (yes), we're leavin' a mess
Niggas feenin' for skirt, want my princess
Is the only girl in this world I need to impress
I stop buying jewlery, and said, "I need to invest"
So vested and got more jewel, I need to confess (I need)
If I had one wish (one), it would be your address (come)
Come 'round with my dawg, and leave teeth in your flesh
S-said she's on the pill, but I'm still nuttin' in her grill
'Cause trust, it's nothin' that I feel (nothin')
I spit crack, and it's also suttin' that I deal
I'm chef after dilemma, come and have a meal
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (clothes), the jewels to the flows (flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (no), I don't wonder, she'll love me if I'm broke (why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (no)
I get money when I'm high (high), I get money when I'm low (low)
I get money with my honey (honey), I get money with the bros (bros)
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows
From the cars to the clothes, the jewels to the flows
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (clothes), the jewels to the flows (flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (no), I don't wonder, she'll love me if I'm broke (why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, no
I get money when I'm high (high), I get money when I'm low (low)
I get money with my honey (honey), I get money with the bros (bros)
You try discipline me? (Me), that's when I discipline you (you)
Girl, I'm done with these hoes, I'm in a discipline mood (I am)
Fly girl, I like the way you're glistenin', too
Before rap, in the trap, I'm who they're listenin' to
You like suckin' it, strokin' it, kissin' 'em too
When you're at work, missin' me, you're missin' 'em too, nah (too)
Real niggas ain't dissin' on tunes
In real life, make niggas go missin' with booms
Like, sweep 'em aside ('side), put your feelings aside
I'm the type to go to a weddin', and leave with the bride
I'm a devious guy
Got my girl a new Range Rover
Left it outside, and said, "The keys are inside"
And I still can't get a visa, or go to Miami
'Cause you know me, I'm scatty, favorite clothes is a trackie
Way before rap, I had a freezin' wrist
They ask me how? I tell them the reason is
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (clothes), the jewels to the flows (flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (no), I don't wonder, she'll love me if I'm broke (why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (no)
I get money when I'm high (high), I get money when I'm low (low)
I get money with my honey (honey), I get money with the bros (bros)
You love moanin', always tryna leave me with stress
But if I leave, you know it's gonna leave you depressed (you know it)
Six keys on my neck, I said, "We are the best"
Only alphabet I know is, VV and S
The city know I'm clean when I dress
And the city knows you play, and yes (yes), we're leavin' a mess
Niggas feenin' for skirt, want my princess
Is the only girl in this world I need to impress
I stop buying jewlery, and said, "I need to invest"
So vested and got more jewel, I need to confess (I need)
If I had one wish (one), it would be your address (come)
Come 'round with my dawg, and leave teeth in your flesh
S-said she's on the pill, but I'm still nuttin' in her grill
'Cause trust, it's nothin' that I feel (nothin')
I spit crack, and it's also suttin' that I deal
I'm chef after dilemma, come and have a meal
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows (know)
I open my shop up, then everybody goes (everybody)
From the cars to the clothes (clothes), the jewels to the flows (flows)
Don't fool the bros, the tool's gonna blow
And no (no), I don't wonder, she'll love me if I'm broke (why?)
'Cause goin' broke, is suttin' that I won't, n-no (no)
I get money when I'm high (high), I get money when I'm low (low)
I get money with my honey (honey), I get money with the bros (bros)
I'm a dope boy, trap boy, everybody knows
From the cars to the clothes, the jewels to the flows
Credits
Writer(s): Marvin William Bailey, Valentino Angelo Salvi, Roddy James Woods Mcauley
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