They Know
Mane, we can get it poppin' now
I been gettin' money for a long time, ain't no stoppin' now
Used to not have shit, now everybody wanna come around
I can't trust a soul, niggas'll gun you down
I be in the back, got so much ice like a hockey team
Can't be chasin' bitches, these bitches always be chasin' me
Thankin' every loss, cause it taught me how to get on my feet
They don't know what time he on
They don't know what time I'm on
Now they know Now everybody gone
Ayy, yeah, we can get it poppin' now
I don't give a fuck how you comin just come correct
They don't know what time I'm on
Let me check my wrist,
VVs in my fuckin' charm
Running this shit, I ain't had a jog
Young nigga, I'm poppin' shit,
Didn't take long at all
Tellin' baby mama, hold it down while I work a hundred hours
That's the time I'm on
Say they lookin' for me
Yellow ribbons, don't get the deposit wrong
Keep it on my side, gotta make it home Just see what my daughters doin
Both my girls beautiful
Mane, Kennedi talkin' better now
I think if I stay around, we be each other's blessings now
Kaylee precious, soul
Just melt me down
I been out the way countin' money, niggas should copy me
Stackin' all this paper, can't chill till I see a hundred Gs
Niggas say they servin', I'm workin', stackin' a hundred Gs
Thankin' every opp, cause you taught me how to stay on my feet
They don't know what time he on
They don't know what time I'm on
Now they know
Now everybody gone
Ay, yeah, shit poppin' like soda cans
Watch your bitch and watch your man
Spray this bitch until it jams
Watch me cook it with no hands
Serve it to him, straight out the pan
Keep a strap, you understand
I'll use this bitch that's an understatement
Ain't stuntin' no nigga to envy me
My day one, we ain't count no favors
Fuck everybody, that trade on me
And I don't give a fuck about none of these haters
That money keep comin', these niggas ain't stoppin' nothin
I got em' pocket watchin',
Keep a pocket rocket
Bitch shakin' ass, I'ma throw some dollars
Mane Cash, doin' better now
Every time I come around
They wanna shake my hand now
She gon' suck it out my soul
I'ma dick her down
Countin' money like every day
Makin' moves like every play
Can't sit still, can't hesitate
Gotta make a way, gotta make a way
They don't know what time he on
They don't know what time I'm on
Now they know
Now everybody gone
I been gettin' money for a long time, ain't no stoppin' now
Used to not have shit, now everybody wanna come around
I can't trust a soul, niggas'll gun you down
I be in the back, got so much ice like a hockey team
Can't be chasin' bitches, these bitches always be chasin' me
Thankin' every loss, cause it taught me how to get on my feet
They don't know what time he on
They don't know what time I'm on
Now they know Now everybody gone
Ayy, yeah, we can get it poppin' now
I don't give a fuck how you comin just come correct
They don't know what time I'm on
Let me check my wrist,
VVs in my fuckin' charm
Running this shit, I ain't had a jog
Young nigga, I'm poppin' shit,
Didn't take long at all
Tellin' baby mama, hold it down while I work a hundred hours
That's the time I'm on
Say they lookin' for me
Yellow ribbons, don't get the deposit wrong
Keep it on my side, gotta make it home Just see what my daughters doin
Both my girls beautiful
Mane, Kennedi talkin' better now
I think if I stay around, we be each other's blessings now
Kaylee precious, soul
Just melt me down
I been out the way countin' money, niggas should copy me
Stackin' all this paper, can't chill till I see a hundred Gs
Niggas say they servin', I'm workin', stackin' a hundred Gs
Thankin' every opp, cause you taught me how to stay on my feet
They don't know what time he on
They don't know what time I'm on
Now they know
Now everybody gone
Ay, yeah, shit poppin' like soda cans
Watch your bitch and watch your man
Spray this bitch until it jams
Watch me cook it with no hands
Serve it to him, straight out the pan
Keep a strap, you understand
I'll use this bitch that's an understatement
Ain't stuntin' no nigga to envy me
My day one, we ain't count no favors
Fuck everybody, that trade on me
And I don't give a fuck about none of these haters
That money keep comin', these niggas ain't stoppin' nothin
I got em' pocket watchin',
Keep a pocket rocket
Bitch shakin' ass, I'ma throw some dollars
Mane Cash, doin' better now
Every time I come around
They wanna shake my hand now
She gon' suck it out my soul
I'ma dick her down
Countin' money like every day
Makin' moves like every play
Can't sit still, can't hesitate
Gotta make a way, gotta make a way
They don't know what time he on
They don't know what time I'm on
Now they know
Now everybody gone
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Writer(s): Troy Richardson
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