You Ain't Know - Album Version (Edited)

I got a lot of loot and I aint lookin for a lady
and you could never play me I'm from uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin, take a piss and wash my hands
take a knee and thank the man, then get back to the money

You aint know?
I gotta go
Where you goin?
I gotta get back to the money

Nigga I aint got a money printer
so for this paper chase I'm out runnin sprinters
Yes, the last two cash money members
Shout out to the new cash money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind its all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit a extender
and that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender, sharper than a bitch
they got so manny pussy niggas I could make a list
Niggas wonder why I stress, that I am the best cause
even bobble heads tell me yes, ha
Put it on the hood, I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good, I'm workin on my left
A jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck
Dont forget the baby no dont forget the F

You aint know?
I gotta go
Where you goin?
I gotta get back to the money

brush the platimun grab the straps homie make it happen
comin through my neighborhood wit 4's on the caddy
Limo tints out the pound and uptown crackin red bandanna
duckin feds and the money stack
rest in peace to Ms. Gladus like erry day
We on the grind fo the shine an we gon get paid
Spent a mil on the wheels custom with the navi
Two of the same whips, we doin it big livin lavish

Uh, This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of, matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control I control the cruise
Yes, I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and

I got a lot of loot and I aint lookin for a lady
and you could never play me I'm from uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin, take a piss and wash my hands
take a knee and thank the man, then get back to the money

You aint know?
I gotta go
Where you goin?
I gotta get back to the money

Fresh wit' the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler, known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive, hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride, never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'mma get it til I die daddy

You aint know?
I gotta go
Where you goin?
I gotta get back to the money



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams
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