Baby Rich, DDG - Know How I Get lyrics

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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I need your love
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get

Stop all that cappin' (Stop)
I took the Wock' to Poland like Yachty
And drunk it and don't know what happened
(Don't know)
Same shit that I told the police
When they asked 'bout that body
"I don't know what happened" (Shh)
Bitch, I'm so fly, i gave her jetlag and we
Fuckin' backseat of the Challenger (Gone)
Told her, "Call me Abe, cause
No we not Lincoln
I don't see your name on the calendar"
(Hell nah)
Way too convinced they don't want me to win
They payin' the ref if you ask me
The whip like a Taxi, I'm pickin' up bitches
They pay me wit' head in the backseat
(Let’s go) she said she a model, but
Ain't been in Vogue
So she get the seats in the nosebleed
(Let’s go)
I'm sittin' in front where the coach be
(Coach be)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I need your love
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get

Yeah you've been askin' all these questions
Now I got some time
Way that I've been feelin', girl
Tonight you mines
Gettin' to that money, watch it multiply
It ain't no secret girl you -

You know how I get when I see my account
(Cha ching) remember them times when a
Nigga had nothin' and
I used to sleep on the couch
(Sleep on the couch)
But now she see zeros and zeros and zeros
And now I'm here dickin' her out (Goddamn)
I'm tossin' her ass around
From car to the bed to bed to the kitchen
To back to the bed now we back on the couch
Back of the 'bach, she ain't
Ever seen nothin' this nice
She don't know how to act around me
(Act around me)
She know I'm fuckin' her friend and she
Got a man, but she player, she keepin' it P
(Keepin' it P) i can't be fuckin' on fans
Got too many bands
So I'm only gon' fuck with elites
I gotta come in again, again and again
Beat it up like Muhammad Ali, huh

Bein' this status
I average a quarter a month
Bitch, I ain't passing my blunt
I'm tryna lock in the stu'
'til I go number one
Zooted, gon' go to the top
I'm tryna shit on my exes
And stand on my opps i got a beam on a Glock
Niggas be thinkin' shit sweet, 'til
A nigga get popped, boom

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I need your love
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get