"She Don't Know" lyrics
(Lil Monk took that shit far)
She don't really know 'bout it
I'm goin' hard for my mans, yeah
I got the racks in my hand, yeah
Countin' up these racks, need some more rubber bands, yeah
Fly as hell just like a copilot
Shawty livin' great, need a tan, yeah
I spent a band on these bands, yeah
Chasin' that money and I'm sendin' my mans, yeah
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds
I need a bitch I can fuck out that bonnet
Any time that I call, yeah, I know that she comin'
That's my lil' dog, we had came out the muddy
Too many losses I done took chasin' money
I made a boss out myself off the hustle
I'm the same little nigga that came off the street corner
Yeah, I really grinded out the struggle
I need a bitch that's five for five
I can talk 'bout my pain every time that we ride
I got so much shit on my goddamn mind
I can't get off them drugs and I'm facin' this time
Straight out the gutter, the mud, I done climbed
Gotta stay out of trouble and stay with that iron
I lost a brother, I swear I ain't lyin'
I done been through times two and I still don't cry
Bae, that new Rolls-Royce, you could cry in the back
Or you could be with old boy cryin' in the Cadillac
I made a choice for to jump off the porch
When I jumped off the porch, I been chasin' these racks
Lil' shorty a whore, made her take off her dress
Polo Ralph Lauren, but I got a Track'
Take a trip out the country, we fly on a jet
Got a plug 'cross the border, I call the connect
Lil' shorty, she water, my neck and wrist wet
I'm a dog, up a quarter, just tell me to fetch
I'ma dodge undercovers while I'm in the 'Vette
Ran it up off a quarter 'fore I got arrested
I wanna fuck on that ho and her best friend
R.I.P. Blue, that been really my best friend
I can't walk in no show 'less I'm clutchin' my weapon
Since four years old, I been labeled the felon
I'm a slime, wipe his nose, you might need you some tissue
I'ma run from 5-0, see the cops in my rearview
On my grind, sellin' dope, tryna get me some figures
On the block with lil' bro 'cause you know he official
I sip that lean by the four 'cause I'm mental
Bro put a beam on the pole and extendo
I done knocked on the door, I done knocked on the window
I don't think that she know that I wanna be with her, uh
She don't really know 'bout it
I'm goin' hard for my mans, yeah
I got the racks in my hand, yeah
Countin' up these racks, need some more rubber bands, yeah
Fly as hell just like a copilot
Shawty livin' great, need a tan, yeah
I spent a band on these bands, yeah
Chasin' that money and I'm sendin' my mans, yeah
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds
I need a bitch I can fuck out that bonnet
Any time that I call, yeah, I know that she comin'
That's my lil' dog, we had came out the muddy
Too many losses I done took chasin' money
I made a boss out myself off the hustle
I'm the same little nigga that came off the street corner
Yeah, I really grinded out the struggle
I need a bitch that's five for five
I can talk 'bout my pain every time that we ride
I got so much shit on my goddamn mind
I can't get off them drugs and I'm facin' this time
Straight out the gutter, the mud, I done climbed
Gotta stay out of trouble and stay with that iron
I lost a brother, I swear I ain't lyin'
I done been through times two and I still don't cry
She don't really know 'bout it
I'm goin' hard for my mans, yeah
I got the racks in my hand, yeah
Countin' up these racks, need some more rubber bands, yeah
Fly as hell just like a copilot
Shawty livin' great, need a tan, yeah
I spent a band on these bands, yeah
Chasin' that money and I'm sendin' my mans, yeah
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds
I need a bitch I can fuck out that bonnet
Any time that I call, yeah, I know that she comin'
That's my lil' dog, we had came out the muddy
Too many losses I done took chasin' money
I made a boss out myself off the hustle
I'm the same little nigga that came off the street corner
Yeah, I really grinded out the struggle
I need a bitch that's five for five
I can talk 'bout my pain every time that we ride
I got so much shit on my goddamn mind
I can't get off them drugs and I'm facin' this time
Straight out the gutter, the mud, I done climbed
Gotta stay out of trouble and stay with that iron
I lost a brother, I swear I ain't lyin'
I done been through times two and I still don't cry
Bae, that new Rolls-Royce, you could cry in the back
Or you could be with old boy cryin' in the Cadillac
I made a choice for to jump off the porch
When I jumped off the porch, I been chasin' these racks
Lil' shorty a whore, made her take off her dress
Polo Ralph Lauren, but I got a Track'
Take a trip out the country, we fly on a jet
Got a plug 'cross the border, I call the connect
Lil' shorty, she water, my neck and wrist wet
I'm a dog, up a quarter, just tell me to fetch
I'ma dodge undercovers while I'm in the 'Vette
Ran it up off a quarter 'fore I got arrested
I wanna fuck on that ho and her best friend
R.I.P. Blue, that been really my best friend
I can't walk in no show 'less I'm clutchin' my weapon
Since four years old, I been labeled the felon
I'm a slime, wipe his nose, you might need you some tissue
I'ma run from 5-0, see the cops in my rearview
On my grind, sellin' dope, tryna get me some figures
On the block with lil' bro 'cause you know he official
I sip that lean by the four 'cause I'm mental
Bro put a beam on the pole and extendo
I done knocked on the door, I done knocked on the window
I don't think that she know that I wanna be with her, uh
She don't really know 'bout it
I'm goin' hard for my mans, yeah
I got the racks in my hand, yeah
Countin' up these racks, need some more rubber bands, yeah
Fly as hell just like a copilot
Shawty livin' great, need a tan, yeah
I spent a band on these bands, yeah
Chasin' that money and I'm sendin' my mans, yeah
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds
I need a bitch I can fuck out that bonnet
Any time that I call, yeah, I know that she comin'
That's my lil' dog, we had came out the muddy
Too many losses I done took chasin' money
I made a boss out myself off the hustle
I'm the same little nigga that came off the street corner
Yeah, I really grinded out the struggle
I need a bitch that's five for five
I can talk 'bout my pain every time that we ride
I got so much shit on my goddamn mind
I can't get off them drugs and I'm facin' this time
Straight out the gutter, the mud, I done climbed
Gotta stay out of trouble and stay with that iron
I lost a brother, I swear I ain't lyin'
I done been through times two and I still don't cry
