Know What I'm Doin'
[Chorus: x2] Yeah, (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check) Yeah, (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck) Yeah, (Take a picture) click, click (Take a picture) click, click (Check me out!) Yeah, I know what I'm doin' [Rick Ross] Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks Started on a corner, now a nigga 106 Heroin ain't quiet, nah, you can't quiet mine I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine You know I gotta shine; you just 'bezzle yours I fifty-carat mine; I'm fuckin' several whores When you hear the (brrrr), you know I got the sack 'Cause when I hit the (brrrr), he always got the packs M-I-Yayo, I'm gettin' cake, ho If you don't love Cash Money, you can stay broke Fifty on the chain, twenty for the piece A grand for the bitch, the whip is not a lease You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the front yard Put Ross on the front just to front hard Cash Money money comin' on freight liners Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds [Chorus: x2] [Birdman] We got the swine wit' the suede on top The money keep a-comin', nigga; peep the drop tops The white keep cookin', and the beige raw rock And we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock Untangle few knots, but we still flood the blocks Them niggaz poppin' shit, but they know we stay cocked And if they ever play wit' me, I'm gettin' another till dropped Two-fifty on the grill, spent the same on the watch Them hos see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock I bought another island wit' them foreign head lights I scored a hundred birds, and they flew the same night Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright Got the tags on the windows and them brand new bikes Big Money Heavyweight, nigga, that's my life Neighborhood superstars got the candy on the whips and the bike, nigga [Chorus: x2] [Lil Wayne] Started wit' some hubbers, twelve years old Man, I swear to God I was twelve years old My mama didn't know, and Stunna ain't know 'bout it Till the day I got shot, they found some money in my pocket Yeah, I know a nigga named Big Rufus that'll break ya off Them niggaz runnin' up the terminal, we takin' off They say that money turn a model bitch into a dog And I got a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard Nigga, I mack hard; bitch, I'm a bad boy F*ck a security guard, I turn 'em into track stars You know my name, baby, that's Weezy fuckin' baby And if that nigga hatin' on ya, then f*ck him, baby I tell 'em, f*ck 'em, girl Eighteen inch windows in my crib; you'll see the whole world Bitch, what you tryin' a do? I haven't spent a check yet off Tha Carter Two I am that fuckin' dude, now who the f*ck are you? [Chorus: x2]
Written by: WILLIAM ROBERTS, FAHEEM NAJM, TRISTAN JONES, BRYAN WILLIAMS, DWAYNE CARTER
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