MoneyatMidnight, 2 Chainz - Knockoff! lyrics

You know that ain't a real bag bitch
That's a knockoff!
When I get that work I get
To juggin' like hot sauce!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back
Rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe
I turn her ass into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc
I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old
Nat right by the Wendy’s!

I'm livin', nigga, and I'm gettin' it
I'm jumpin' straight in
Head first, goin' all in
Bitch you know you is a knockoff!
Bitch, you know you wanna get your rocks off!
Nigga, you know you wanna get
Your rocks off too
But you can't get no money, ooh, ooh
'Cause your ass got her "ja-fakin'" on
Be bumpin' in the grease in some bacon holmes
You know to put your ass in the skillet
You know your ass really ain't with it
You know hit you with the frying pan
Gone see stars, Tweety Bird, awe damn
Know you fake ass, knockoff havin' ass
Need to get somewhere and put your
Ass back in the trash bitch!

You know that ain't a real bag bitch
That's a knockoff!
When I get that work I get
To juggin' like hot sauce!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back
Rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe
I turn her ass into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc
I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old
Nat right by the Wendy’s!

I had to come back for a second time
'Cause nigga you thought you was
Stuck on my mind
Like aww damn, nigga, call Uncle Sam
Collectin' yo' taxes
And that sad ass, whack ass
Knockoff havin' ass thing you got goin' on
Awe naww i can't fuck with that
I can't be stuck with that
I can't be in the trap with that, 'cause
You ain't gettin no money
You ain't countin' no hundreds
Knockoff, wanna get your rocks off
But you know you can't
Gotta take your ass back to the bank!

You know that ain't a real bag bitch
That's a knockoff!
When I get that work I get
To juggin' like hot sauce!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back
Rearrange her lace front, stuntin'!
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe
I turn her ass into a frisbee!
If I don't like your disc
I turn that hoe into a frisbee!
I throw it out on Old
Nat right by the Wendy’s!

You know that ain't a real bag bitch
That's a knockoff!
When I get that work I get
To juggin' like hot sauce!
Out to a pool, lakefront
Hit her from the back
Rearrange her lace front