We Know

[Hook] Yeen talking money, we know! You got finger fucked on your deal and we know! You keep taking that ho shopping and we know it! I’m the type to take her to the strip club with me, let her throw it And we know, and we know, and we know You flexing bout kicking them doors And I know one thing, you ain’t got no hoes And we know, and we know, and we know We know that your wrist ain’t real shit You stay with that ho and we still fuck your bitch And we know! [Verse 1] You say you got money but you ain’t got shit for the show More white than Joe Blow, how you let a nigga juug all your dough? I’m the type to hold you up for ransom This the new fuck a broke nigga’s bitch anthem We know you ain’t having, you never tip the dancers Kraow, with the chopper, they like Longway, New Hampshire Fuck with the Phantom, I got the juice, no Tropicana Migo my lingo, I fuck up on grammar We know you a J, addicted to Hannah I was capping ‘fore I moved to Atlanta You ain’t got no hands, you ain’t got no manners When I trapped nicks I was still cool with Cannon We know if you get caught you sing like you Janet [Hook] [Verse 2] You talk bout that shit that you do, what bout that shit that you can’t? You ain’t got rank I know you ain’t paying 32 hundred for no motherfucking plank Yeen got to drink just to be cool, ride on the water like a ski do QC froze on igloo, and I ain’t got to flex how you do Strapped with 100 guns, order 100 bottles, that’s all for the models We know, your bitch she suck some good dick, tell that bitch swallow the bottle 30 on me so I waddle, 15, backend for tomorrow I gots to have bread like a gyro, we know you ain’t having so you gots to borrow [Hook]