"yea i kno" lyrics
Yeah, it's a couple bad bitches that I fucked I wanna spin the block on
Niggas hatin' on the music 'til it play and then they say, "He got songs", yeah
Yeah, I know, bitch
I got plaques on plaques, I'm rappin' to the slow shit
I got racks on racks, I'm ballin' on the coaches
Seven figures in tax, the IRS on hoe shit
Niggas hatin' on me, whole time he takin' notes
When I speak, they listen, they think DDG the pope
Yo' bitch can't answer the phone, she got somethin' in her throat
She leakin' outta her thong, I thought I was on a boat, huh
Huh, they know I'm passionate about the music
If it was about the money, then they know I wouldn't do it
I'm raking in them M's, crackin' jokes with my influence
I put your hoe on film, turnt her up, and then she blew it, okay
Ain't flying in Econ', unless the seats gone
Be a cold day in hell if I do a free song
Want a bitch to know that I ignored her, read receipts on
I nickname her Dora, I explore her, turn her freak on
Bought my mama a G-Wagon on her birthday, same day
I don't give a fuck what a lame say
When I pull up on them, they walk backwards like the Nae-Nae
Forty-seven hoes, CapHouse, we got AK's, what
Ain't no niggas gettin' in, this an all girls party
Had a meeting in the morning, fucked around and I was tardy
Popped a pill like it's candy, I be turnt off of smarties
I don't hit hoes raw, cause they already canceled Maury
I ain't got time for no confusion
I smack her on her ass, she woke up with hella bruises
And Kiki got an attitude then I'ma call up Susan
I don't discriminate on race, that two-percent will do it
A hunnid M's don't seem impossible
A billion dollars don't seem impossible
What's a real nigga to a little obstacle?
Beat cancellations every month, I'm unstoppable, okay
Yeah, it's a couple bad bitches that I fucked I wanna spin the block on
Niggas hatin' on the music 'til it play and then they say, "He got songs", yeah
Yeah, I know, bitch
I got plaques on plaques, I'm rappin' to the slow shit
I got racks on racks, I'm ballin' on the coaches
Seven figures in tax, the IRS on hoe shit
Niggas hatin' on me, whole time he takin' notes
When I speak, they listen, they think DDG the pope
Yo' bitch can't answer the phone, she got somethin' in her throat
She leakin' outta her thong, I thought I was on a boat, okay
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
Niggas hatin' on the music 'til it play and then they say, "He got songs", yeah
Yeah, I know, bitch
I got plaques on plaques, I'm rappin' to the slow shit
I got racks on racks, I'm ballin' on the coaches
Seven figures in tax, the IRS on hoe shit
Niggas hatin' on me, whole time he takin' notes
When I speak, they listen, they think DDG the pope
Yo' bitch can't answer the phone, she got somethin' in her throat
She leakin' outta her thong, I thought I was on a boat, huh
Huh, they know I'm passionate about the music
If it was about the money, then they know I wouldn't do it
I'm raking in them M's, crackin' jokes with my influence
I put your hoe on film, turnt her up, and then she blew it, okay
Ain't flying in Econ', unless the seats gone
Be a cold day in hell if I do a free song
Want a bitch to know that I ignored her, read receipts on
I nickname her Dora, I explore her, turn her freak on
Bought my mama a G-Wagon on her birthday, same day
I don't give a fuck what a lame say
When I pull up on them, they walk backwards like the Nae-Nae
Forty-seven hoes, CapHouse, we got AK's, what
Ain't no niggas gettin' in, this an all girls party
Had a meeting in the morning, fucked around and I was tardy
Popped a pill like it's candy, I be turnt off of smarties
I don't hit hoes raw, cause they already canceled Maury
I ain't got time for no confusion
I smack her on her ass, she woke up with hella bruises
And Kiki got an attitude then I'ma call up Susan
I don't discriminate on race, that two-percent will do it
A hunnid M's don't seem impossible
A billion dollars don't seem impossible
What's a real nigga to a little obstacle?
Beat cancellations every month, I'm unstoppable, okay
Yeah, it's a couple bad bitches that I fucked I wanna spin the block on
Niggas hatin' on the music 'til it play and then they say, "He got songs", yeah
Yeah, I know, bitch
I got plaques on plaques, I'm rappin' to the slow shit
I got racks on racks, I'm ballin' on the coaches
Seven figures in tax, the IRS on hoe shit
Niggas hatin' on me, whole time he takin' notes
When I speak, they listen, they think DDG the pope
Yo' bitch can't answer the phone, she got somethin' in her throat
She leakin' outta her thong, I thought I was on a boat, okay
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
