Yo, you know that bitch?
Come on, son, you know I know this bitch
You know that bitch
We used to see her at the store every mornin´, the 2-4

Crescent?
Exactly, I used to fuck her sister but you ain´t know that though
We gon´ do tellys upstairs with Judy
Upstairs with Judy! Got ´em

[Dave East]
Uh, acknowledge I´m sent
Christian Dior probably my scent (Dior)
Five percent tint, that money dirty, gotta get rinsed
I´m probably in Philly, Auntie block, high, eatin´ fish (Down Dauphin)
Diamond my wrist, better than the block pumpin´, tryna get rent
Not in my circle? Then you tryna get spent (Spend up)
We´re tryna get rich

Pull up knockin´ Gladys on niggas
The way we livin´ might embarrass you niggas
Might fade to black on you niggas
Depressed faces, they sad, mad I actually did it (Sad)
The homie died, I went and tatted my nigga (Freak)
Pinky ringin´, me and four ladies at brunch
Got attitudes like they came on the bus, can´t make this up
Cigar smoke lingerin´, this gun on me large, it´s not medium (Large)
Just got off them papers, he smokin´ weed again
They was callin´ me bro, catch a shot over that Nautica boat
I´m a wolf, never call me the goat (Never)
They all wanna know

Betcha don´t know what´s goin´ on (What´s goin´ on)
The streets don´t love you like I do
Betcha don´t know what´s goin´ on (What´s goin´ on)
The streets don´t love you like I do
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Y´all don´t even know
Betcha don´t know

[Fabolous]
Yeah, my side different
They callin´ us when the vibe driftin´
We the wave that got the tides shiftin´
I move weight, never tried liftin´
Never leave it, gotta ride with ´em
You nosey niggas probably tried sniffin´

Real tissue, the bros will wipe your nose
Makin´ friends with the money expose all type of foes
I be super fly, these hoes just wipe my clothes
She´s a easy target, you ´posed to snipe at those
In the Rolls doin´ 60, bumpin´ that Nipsey
Shorty with me kind of tiny, one drink and she tipsy
Always think she know somethin´, be callin´ her gypsy
Told her, "Believe it or not," she callin´ me Ripley
Aliens, yeah, the head outta this world
Took you to the Prada store, ´cause I´m proud of you, girl
Betcha don´t know, probably ´cause it´s too slept on
This that dope that make the block get they two-step on

You´ll catch on

Betcha don´t know what´s goin´ on (What´s goin´ on)
The streets don´t love you like I do
Betcha don´t know what´s goin´ on (What´s goin´ on)
The streets don´t love you like I do
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh