Bow Wow, Cocaine J , RaRa - Don't Know About That lyrics
[Bow Wow, Cocaine J , RaRa - Don't Know About That lyrics]
I'm sayin man (what you saying homey?)
Different weight class y'know (that's right)
I'm fittin to be one
Of those ones y'knamsayin
About to move all these old
Rappers out the way
Cause they just takin up too
Much space ya heard? (yeah)
It's time for new energy man (et's get it)
I got the whips, wheels, diamonds on my grill
Money hoes and clothes man it's
All a player knows being broke
Naw nigga I don't know about that
Being broke
Naw nigga I don't know about that
Uh uh'! All I do is get money
Listen - you see the chain
(yup) you know my pedegree
You know what it is when you
Dealin with the letter B
Dirty mad niggas stay mad at me, mad at me
Cause they can't show they girls
What I'ma let 'em see, let 'em see
I'm leanin on
All these little busters with some money
(yeah) i take they girl and I'm
Like Usher with the money
Only difference is
Ye ain't 'bout to see me boo hoo
I'm up in Phipps, +Lettin it Burn+
Singin "Girl do you"
(Ay Bow Wow you ready? Hehe, this verse two
Let's go)
I'm a oh-eight Phantom type bandana rocker
Me and JD is like Red Bull and vodka
And we right back at it man
Live from Atlanta man
Grilled up, tatted ass, since birth
Had it man stuntin on these niggas
(yup) throwin dough around
If you hear I'm in your town
Best believe is going down
If I stood on my wallet
I'll be bigger than Shaq
Who you know under twenty-one who
Do it like that?
(Let's go)
Fifth album (yup) still hittin it
Niggas mad at me cause they ain't
Gettin it how I'm gettin it
Mr of the Misters (yup) 106 and Park that is
I hear you talkin but you
Niggas know who started this (me)
Who the hardest is
And who the real artist is
And clearly who be gettin
It poppin like this, uhh
White tee (yup) red monkey jeans
When I hit the block you
Know I'm comin down clean
Young C, SoSoDef, MP Click
Yeah, uhh, uhh, check this out
Young C fresh at Phil's House
Hoppin out that Phantom shinnin
Brighter than a plasma
The coupe like a NASCAR, my dough come faster
Pockets fat as Biggie and
Jazze and Big Jasper
Something like a master, SoSo, G4, too high
The bapes, them mikey's
The ice got me too fly
Young C and Bow let's go run a few stacks
Free shows and promos
I don't know about that
Different weight class y'know (that's right)
I'm fittin to be one
Of those ones y'knamsayin
About to move all these old
Rappers out the way
Cause they just takin up too
Much space ya heard? (yeah)
It's time for new energy man (et's get it)
I got the whips, wheels, diamonds on my grill
Money hoes and clothes man it's
All a player knows being broke
Naw nigga I don't know about that
Being broke
Naw nigga I don't know about that
Uh uh'! All I do is get money
Listen - you see the chain
(yup) you know my pedegree
You know what it is when you
Dealin with the letter B
Dirty mad niggas stay mad at me, mad at me
Cause they can't show they girls
What I'ma let 'em see, let 'em see
I'm leanin on
All these little busters with some money
(yeah) i take they girl and I'm
Like Usher with the money
Only difference is
Ye ain't 'bout to see me boo hoo
I'm up in Phipps, +Lettin it Burn+
Singin "Girl do you"
(Ay Bow Wow you ready? Hehe, this verse two
Let's go)
I'm a oh-eight Phantom type bandana rocker
Me and JD is like Red Bull and vodka
And we right back at it man
Live from Atlanta man
Grilled up, tatted ass, since birth
Had it man stuntin on these niggas
(yup) throwin dough around
If you hear I'm in your town
Best believe is going down
If I stood on my wallet
I'll be bigger than Shaq
Who you know under twenty-one who
Do it like that?
(Let's go)
Fifth album (yup) still hittin it
Niggas mad at me cause they ain't
Gettin it how I'm gettin it
Mr of the Misters (yup) 106 and Park that is
I hear you talkin but you
Niggas know who started this (me)
Who the hardest is
And who the real artist is
And clearly who be gettin
It poppin like this, uhh
White tee (yup) red monkey jeans
When I hit the block you
Know I'm comin down clean
Young C, SoSoDef, MP Click
Yeah, uhh, uhh, check this out
Young C fresh at Phil's House
Hoppin out that Phantom shinnin
Brighter than a plasma
The coupe like a NASCAR, my dough come faster
Pockets fat as Biggie and
Jazze and Big Jasper
Something like a master, SoSo, G4, too high
The bapes, them mikey's
The ice got me too fly
Young C and Bow let's go run a few stacks
Free shows and promos
I don't know about that