You Ain't Know

Yeah, I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady

And you could never pay me I'm from uptown baby

I wake up in the mornin', take a piss and wash my hands

Take a knee and thank the Man, then get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money

Nigga I ain't got a money printer

So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters

Yes, the last two cash money members

Shout out to the new cash money members

Baby and Slim still point guard and center

So much money on my mind it's all I remember

And I just bought a gun with a extender

And that bitch hold me up like suspenders

Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch

They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list

Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best

'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes, ha

Put it on the hood, I'm Hollygrove to death

I'm already good, I'm workin' on my left

A jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck

Don't forget the baby no, don't forget the F

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money

Brush the platinum, grab the straps, homie make it happen

Comin' through my neighborhood with 4's on the caddy

Limo tints out the pound and uptown crackin'

Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'

Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like everyday

We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid

Spent a mill' on the wheels custom with the navi'

Two of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish

This is a Scott storch and I'm a hot torch

And gettin' money is my sport

And understand the rap game is my court

So I shall walk and come forth like a rock port

Or some sort of matchin' slippers or yacht shoes

See I don't cruise control I control the cruise

Yes, I gets throat on a boat

And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and

I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady

And you can never pay me I'm from uptown baby

I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands

Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money

Fresh with the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers

Blowin' big, doin' gigs, got it ran in hundreds

They reppin', layin' here we stuntin'

On the grind all the time homie gettin' money

3rd Ward soldier, 13th gangsta

17th hustler known top ranker

Money go getter, them clowns can't figure

Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em

Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly

My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died

Know I had to ride, never let it slide

It's just the G in me and I'ma get it 'til I die daddy

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money