Wale, Chinx - Let A Nigga Know lyrics

[Wale, Chinx - Let A Nigga Know lyrics]

To be honest they trippin' off little change
Rhymin' remarkable not cognizant
Of shade nigga
Bright-minded, outfit sharp as hindsight is
Hoes open to him
I ain't talkin' chancletas

Grain grippin', stain drippin'
Nigga shoulder leanin'
Got your main bitch with me
And she ain't complainin'
Shawty what your aim is
Young rich and famous
Never payin' for the pussy
Niggas makin' payments

Bitch, I'm ballin' on the court
Like a fuckin' plaintiff
Any PYT, a thrill like human nature
You have to get your cake up
You have to get your weight up
I rapture any time, you cats need a Baker

I'm from them blocks where they hustle
Just to get the cake up
For the money I be shakin' like Anita Baker
Chinx Drugs I done blew up like a minefield
These niggas bet I lose, 'ey check side deal

I know my mind real, I know my mind ill
Came in a lane and made paper off of Seinfeld
Enthusiastically curb, know my rap is superb
You get clothes off the rack
I make racks off apparel

These niggas actin' like
Jackin' is thorough
Niggas jackin' my flow
I'm just jackin' they girl
Coke boy stylin' on 'em in my bath robe
Like a bad hand in poker, bet they ass fold

Don't gotta worry
The horny bitches be at my shows
No handouts, but my arms strong like Satchmo
Rap flow is poetry over mad songs
My stats good
I'm backslappin' the stack whoa

Where the G's at, tell me when to go
Tell me where the cheese at
I'm all about the dough
Squad like the dream team
All we rock is gold
If you really real son, let a nigga know

Maryland and DC nigga
Don't forget the VA nigga
Out-of-town, the whole team spillin'
Young king with some Queens bitches

Movin' on up
Niggas roll up like a locomotive
Perseverance be the key, a nigga so devoted
Fuck myhaters, talkin' youngin'
Get your bank up
In the clubs poppin' Spade call it Ace Hood

Fuck a lame, NYC my face good
Made this dame give me brain via Facebook
Though I met her off it
I don't respect her often
Cause I ain't have all these broads
When I was in a office

While they was up in college
I was makin' sales
When they was in the world
I was readin' mail
Fresh off of the strip, they attended Yale
All my niggas afloat, so now I'm fit to sail

Sail, please enunciate Chinx
You know the type of stuntin' we
Do could fuck up a Brinks
Some niggas hate, some niggas not
I make these niggas catch a shuttle
Just to catch the flight

Where the G's at, tell me when to go
Tell me where the cheese at
I'm all about the dough
Squad like the dream team
All we rock is gold
If you really real son, let a nigga know
Where the G's at, tell me when to go
Tell me where the cheese at
I'm all about the dough
Squad like the dream team
All we rock is gold
If you really real son, let a nigga know

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