Meek Mill - Wanna Know lyrics

I just wanna know how niggas going to jail
Telling on niggas
Coming back home and it still being cool
I just wanna know how a nigga on
Instagram and Twitter with
Fifty thousand followers
Ain’t got no money in real
Life, but still popping, i just wanna know
I wanna know, if a nigga
Ain’t really putting it in
But acting like he putting it in
Niggas still letting it fly like it’s cool
I really wanna know man
This shit getting different out
Here it’s getting spooky

Now when that shit went down with Chris
You wrote a check
In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect
(you a fraud)
So what that tell me? You a pussy and a fed
Say the wrong shit you know
The shooters at your neck i just wanna know
If you ain’t write that running
Through the six shit (huh)
Tell us who the fuck was Quentin
Running through the six with?
"Running through the six with my woes
Counting money, you know how it goes
All the real live forever, baby
And the fake get exposed"
Niggas writing for you 'cause you
Know you never did shit
When I threw that hook out
I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the type of niggas to tie your mother up
(Woah) fuck your sister in the ass
And hit your brother up, pussy
You really sweet, I call you buttercup
You fucking dork you changed the
Style because you studied us
Coming with the same flow
Switching up your lingo
We just want a refund
This ain’t what we paid for
Every time that we come
We get what we came for
Spitting another niggas shit
But you claim you king though?

I just wanna know, I just wanna know
How these niggas acting like they
Trill but really fake
And people acting like it go
I just wanna know, I just wanna know
Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was
It Detail where you really got your flow?
(Milli Vanilli that nigga)

Money make a fake ass nigga look real again
(For real) money make a sucker that
Told look trill again (For real)
Says a lot about all the
People that's feeling him
But I'ma show you bitch ass
Niggas what's real again
Heard that other nigga talking we
Ain’t get back yet let’s keep it short
Nigga you ain’t get your chick back yet
And now she rocking with the chaser
And now you missed that check
You went from Clear Port to boarding
Pass you miss that jet, hold up

"Cat, I got to take them off
Of here that's right I got
To take them off of here, there’s
Only one, and that’s me, you understand?
'Fore all that fighting
You understand? Sucka thinks he good
Sucka thinks he can
Whoop me, and I know he can’t
Whoop me and I Hey, boy
The nigga whole style is chump, you
Understand? When it comes to me
You understand, let me get mines first
Then after I get mine
Y’all can do what you wanna do"

You know you fucked up right? (Hey)
You shoulda just said nothing
Now you're going to have to give
Me a check to stop
All I hear is platinum that platinum this
Meanwhile I’m on the carpet
With a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip
Niggas frauds I told the truth
Don’t ask me shit
All this industry fake enemy and rap shit
It’s never really my style we got cash to get
(Gettin' money)
I really started from nothing now
It’s back to shit
Puffy almost caught a domestic when
He smacked that bitch
Hold up, let that bitch breathe (Woah)

"yeah, this is called poppin'
Shit there’s no cut
On it there’s no cut on it if
Your feelings get hurt, you feel like, "Oh
That’s an arrogant little comment " no
This is the truth and the truth hurts
Haven’t I paid my dues? Haven't I
Weathered the storm? Didn’t I
Weather the storm?
Niggas is gone and I'm here"

You let Tip homie piss on you
In a movie theater nigga, we ain’t forget
Real niggas back in style this shit is lit
This that Ja Rule shit and 50 Cent