- Votes:
- Composers:
- Dwayne Carter
- Bryan Williams
- Scott Spencer Storch
 
- Tags:
- rap
 
- See also:
Birdman - You Ain't Know lyrics
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
N**** 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 b**** hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender sharper than a b****
 They got so many *** *** I can make a list
 N***** 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
 Birdman - You Ain't Know - http://motolyrics.com/birdman/you-aint-know-lyrics.html
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








