Benz bigger, go realer, real killer Facts, smack shit, jackin´, scammin´ Miami, Broward, Palm Beach, ??? From juvenile to county to prison, make millions Still drop bodies and albums, count ´em Got a Phantom and a Lambo Two mansions and a Chevy Wedded, tell the kids I ain´t they stepdaddy Young nigga with a meth habit, still flashin´, kidnappin´ I shoot a ho, bitch, who you know more money than me now? (Hey) Ho, you don´t know nann nigga gon´ pull up, fuck you dry (Yeah) Ho, you don´t know nann nigga who comin´ how I be comin´ (Hey) And you go everywhere, anybody tell ´em run it (Yeah)
Bitch, you don´t know nann nigga, you know that it ain´t nann nigga like Kodak You don´t know nann nigga that came up off a onion (Yeah) Ho, you don´t know nann nigga who got this here auroma (Yeah) I don´t know why none of them niggas ain´t put no jewelry on you (Yeah) Bet this your only time you ever fucked a Zoe (Hey) Ho, you don´t know nann nigga that keep that pussy sore (Hey) Ho, you don´t know nann nigga with more Givenchy than me (Yeah) Who come through fish tailin´ that Bentley like a banshee (Yo) With a hunnid hood niggas, we trappin´ out the mansion (Yeah)
You don´t know no young niggas rock gator with the linen (Yeah) Ho, you don´t know nann nigga behind the wall and winnin´ (Yo) I done went and franchised my niggas and bought a Wendy´s (Yeah) Even though they be trippin´, I´m givin´ millions back to the city (Yeah) Bet you don´t know no young nigga who bought they hood (Nah)
Ayy, you don´t know nan´ ho go PJ at the clearport sippin´ both You don´t know nan´ ho keep a nigga on a string like a yo-yo From the 205 to the 305, I pop my shit for sure Cut a nigga off, he ??? grocery bags from the store
These niggas be actin´ like, bitch, you got a lil´ sugar in your tank These hoes lookin´ at me funny, baby, I´m laughing to the bank Rolls rug out of mink, Hermès blanket GT 63 Soulja Boy, I crank it You never had no bad bitch like me, nigga I don´t care who she is, she had never made me feel lil´ You know I went AP, MAC-10, I´m gettin´ to the skrilla They talkin´ the type of numbers I want, I can´t consider Ayy, waist snatched, face beat, these hoes can´t fuck with me Yeah, I know that´s wrong, baby, I can´t do nothin´ for free ???, you can look but don´t be touchin´ me
You don´t know nan´ ho who snipe, shoot shit from the three Break a IG model heart, trick a NFL player You don´t know nan´ ho like me Stand on business, c´est la vie I ain´t even tryin´ to fuck that nigga Told him my pussy out of order He wanna drink my bath water Oh, I think he like my aura