Mook TBG, Speaker Knockerz, Boss Beezy - Why? lyrics

You really wanna do music with somebody?
I really wanna work with Future
Future? And he's from Atlanta, right?
Hmm hmm

Nice are you interested in
Signing any record label
Deals or you just kind have a single
Just getting your name out there
Building your brand? I'm signed to myself
Yeah? Yeah
It's the Speaker Knockerz

Niggas hatin' on that kid, I don't know why
I want love
That's just something you can't buy
You was 'posed to be right here, by my side
Came from sittin' on the porch
Now we' outside
Lost a bag, got it back, I want a Wraith now
We was local
Now we movin' state-to-state now
Niggas talkin' down, I ignore the hate
They keep askin' how I'm doin
I've been great

I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why

Got that bag on me
I count a lot of racks now movin' fast
I drive that coupe just like a NASCAR
Plus them niggas that always hate
Ain't make it that far
When they see me, they out in public
Try'na act hard
Got this money, bought VVS'es and a Goyard
And I finally ain't go no
Limit on my bank card watch them niggas
They rather see you in a graveyard
All these drugs
It got me feelin' like I owe ya'll
When I was broke
I couldn't even get no phone call
Now, they see me ball
Don't expect for me to call ya'll
I hit the mall
New Givenchy got 'em pissed off
All I know is bands, po' a fo'
It got me criss-crossed

I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why

Took his bitch
I'm just try'na get some face time
Text, why you keep on
Callin' me on FaceTime?
If you' not talkin' money
I don't wanna make time
I'm-a keep chasin' this paper
'till I flatline
These niggas hatin' 'cause I got all
Of this jewelry on me
What I'm gon' do with all this money, go to
I got a 40 on my waist, I'm not just anybody
The way I move
They' thinkin' I'm wit' Illuminati
V-12 in the back, I'm 'bout to mash out
Lamborghini with the titties and the ass out
Hit the freeway
I feel like I'm 'bout to pass out
I'm wit' my brother Mook
And we just took the cash route

I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why