Rich Nigga - Yo Gotti
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I know I know I know
I know I know I know (What you know Quan?)
You ain't that n_gga you say you is (Well how you know though?)
Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!)
Them streets, they f_ck with me strong
And them b_tches gon f_ck just because money long
You know that I know I know I know
Well you know that I know it I know it I know
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
You a f_ck n_gga and it ain't a secret
I'm so official they can referee it (they know I am)
Black gun, white work, I got jungle fever
28 on the scale, all I drop is ether (Rich Homie)
Get money, break bread, gotta feed your people
Every day like thanksgiving, everybody eating
I put work in the hood, let my homies grind
I do what I do to see my n_ggas shine
I know what I know and man that's all I know
I take 63 girls and try to make a four
That's a couple ounces if I get it right
Wanna see my homies rich cuz n_gga this the life
I know
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
I know that you ain't that n_gga you claim to be
Despite how much money I make this sh_t ain't changing me
I know I know I know a lot of these n_ggas, they lame to me
I'm blown, I smoke what I rolled The same n_gga that I came in with (Rich Homie baby)
I'm on the west coast in a low rider
4 b_tches tryna leave with me
Ain't enough room and I don't know yall
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I'm high as f_ck, you a low pie
I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics
Put a potato on it make it shoot silent
F_ck wrong with you? you profiling
I done made a million and I didn't go to college (F_ck you mean)
And all my n_ggas locked for some work, best believe he goin silent
He don't know nobody, can't trust nobody but yo self
So believe me when I tell you that I know about it
When I asked yo ho about it she said me and Yo Gotti
The realest n_ggas left and I told that b_tch
[ Hook ]
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I wanna see my homies rich forever
I know some secrets, I'll never tell em
I got some birds but I'd never mail em
You in love with Instagram hoes and you ain't never met em
Pocket full of money, boy I know the feeling
I know that n_ggas hatin' that's why I lost the civic
And the drophead , of the 71 cutlass on 8's
And my wife beater on, with my hat to the back started from the bottom like Drake
But I'm with the same old n_ggas that I started with
Same young n_ggas I was robbing with
And if these n_ggas have a problem with
Got them automatic pistols no revolver sh_t (Bang!)
And I know n_ggas sell they soul, go against they guy
F_ck n_ggas, playin like they real, living in disguise
Homie what you know?
[Hook]
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