Birdman, Lil Wayne - You Ain't Know lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Birdman, Lil Wayne - You Ain't Know lyrics]
I got a lot of loot and
I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never play me
I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take
A piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man
Then get back to the money you ain't know
I gotta go where ya goin'?
I gotta get back to the money you ain't know
I gotta go where ya goin'?
I gotta get back to the money to the money
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase
I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggas
I can make a list
Niggas wonder why I stress that I am the best
Cause even bobble heads tell me yes haha
Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good I'm working on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
Brush the platinum grab the straps
Homie make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood with
4's on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds and
The money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday
We on the grind for the shine
And we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels
Custom wit' the navi' 2 of the same whips we
Doin' it big livin' lavish
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come
Forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of matchin'
Slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control
I control the cruise
Yes i gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like
Soap on a rope and
Fresh wit' the hustle so we
Bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this
Cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'mma
Get it til I die daddy
I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never play me
I'm from Uptown baby
I wake up in the mornin' take
A piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the Man
Then get back to the money you ain't know
I gotta go where ya goin'?
I gotta get back to the money you ain't know
I gotta go where ya goin'?
I gotta get back to the money to the money
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase
I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggas
I can make a list
Niggas wonder why I stress that I am the best
Cause even bobble heads tell me yes haha
Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death
I'm already good I'm working on my left
A jungle on my wrist a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby no don't forget the F
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
Brush the platinum grab the straps
Homie make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood with
4's on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds and
The money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like e'eryday
We on the grind for the shine
And we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels
Custom wit' the navi' 2 of the same whips we
Doin' it big livin' lavish
This is a Scott Storch and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come
Forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of matchin'
Slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control
I control the cruise
Yes i gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like
Soap on a rope and
Fresh wit' the hustle so we
Bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big doin' gigs got it ran in hundreds
They reppin' layin' here we stuntin'
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
3rd Ward soldier 13th gangsta
17th hustler known top ranker
Money go getter them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this
Cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride never let it slide
It's just the G in me and I'mma
Get it til I die daddy