Y.K.I. (You Know It)

[Intro] You know it You know it They know it You know You know [Hook] All this money on me, I feel like Floyd (too much money) I got too much money on me, they can’t ignore me (too much money) Look at all this money on me, my appearance they know of it These strippers they gon dance for it, and I’m gon throw it She gon shake her ass for the money, I be living fast for the money ATL ATL ATL, nigga taking chance for the money Still hustle hard for the money, nigga can’t starve for the money Nigga fuck being broke, nigga fuck being broke, can’t run out of money [Verse 1 – Jose Guapo] Nigga fuck a money counter, nigga fuck ten counter, I count it by myself Nigaa fuck being broke, nigga it’s young Guapo, I’m handsome and wealth When I check the forecast, or we changing the weather Designer umbrellas, put some more ice in the bezel If you’re street, we’ll finesse you Money on money, no pressure Pull up in compressors (foreign) And we got [?] sweaters It’s bad [?] nat nat Guapo he dealt like a crack sack Nigga fucking up they wrist, those are the niggas we laugh at Fuck up my set get it right back, throw up the money, they like that Diamonds been bird, that’s fight night They hitting, the biting like Mike Ty Undefeated like Mayweather, pop more shit then AB Damn look at your wrist [?], is that a Rolex or AP? [Hook] [Verse 2 – Quavo] She taking her chance for the paper, she fell in love with my money Fall off in the booth, the club I pull up with a truck load of money I’m seeing my nigga with choppas, know that they getting into something Then we hit the runway on a PJ, call the country Migo gang, OG, head hancho You can catch me in the street [?] with Longway and young Guapo What nigga you know on the North side made a quarter mil in a goddamn bando Young trap spot nigga, fucking with the migos have your block hot nigga You ain’t never seen a lot of red dots on your bottom looking like a pack of cortisone That’s young homie the reason, my niggas come get you and it’s murder season Yeah she working for me, remixing for me Yeah she cooking for me, all this money for me Her name is Alicia, her boss got the key [Hook] [Verse 2 – Offset] Do anything just to get to the cash Mama said I’m gonna give her a heart attack Bitches ain’t shit, they be fucking no cuffing She suck me I’m skeeting all over her eyelash You not from my hood so you don’t get a pass I’m on the highway, 50 bricks on the bypass Cook up a brick, break down a brick Coca on my knuckles looking like ash Hopping out the Bentley, fucking with the chickens Throw the money in the air, you got it, ain’t no tricking Talking bout you got that money nigga, know you fiction Broke and these niggas keep talking but I ain’t gon listen Throw the money on the bitches, I done paid tuition All of my niggas, we migos but we don’t wear dickeys All of my clothes are exquisite, all of my bitches long distance Minajing these bitches, no Nicki Versace my lenses like Biggie Pussy boy nigga a sissy Throwing the money like Frisbees Fuck you talking, fuck nigga I’m strapped Your bitch keep on staring, your bitch gon get kidnapped In the club, Offset keep throwing the racks Money all over the floor to my kneecaps [Hook]