Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Know, artist - Ca$h Out. Album song It's My Time, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bases Loaded
Song language: English
You Know |
| And I been get money so what the fuck you saying? |
| All white bricks stay wrapped up in … |
| That Rarri sitting at the red light |
| Jewel shinning hard… these bitches… |
| You know I ball, you know what’s in my wall |
| You know what’s in my safe, you know what’s on my waist |
| You know what’s in my whip, you know she ain’t gonna trip |
| We was in the hood, but now we taking trips, |
| And I been get money so what the fuck you saying? |
| All white bricks stay wrapped up in … |
| That Rarri sitting at the red light |
| Jewel shinning hard, these bitches… my name, the headlight |
| You know I ball, you know what’s in my wall |
| You know what’s in my safe, you know what’s on my waist |
| You know what’s in my whip, you know she ain’t gonna trip |
| We was in the hood, but now we taking trips, |
| Let me show my muscle, I’m flexin on your niggas |
| If I lift it up boy, I ain’t flexin on you niggas |
| No, plugging not no moving, no saucer |
| I ain’t lying boy, they really been in them sofas |
| Let a player coach you, you can’t coach a player |
| I take your hope from you cause I’m so player |
| She said, he said he been in the… get your deal nigga |
| I swear I got these bitches, gettin nasty |
| And don’t come around me, if you ain’t fucking classy |
| And that pussy I’m gonna murder it |
| And I been get money so what the fuck you saying? |
| All white bricks stay wrapped up in … |
| That Rarri sitting at the red light |
| Jewel shinning hard, these bitches… my name, the headlight |
| You know I ball, you know what’s in my wall |
| You know what’s in my safe, you know what’s on my waist |
| You know what’s in my whip, you know she ain’t gonna trip |
| We was in the hood, but now we taking trips, |
| And I been feel… these cuddy niggas snitching |
| Boy I ain’t flexing, you can put me in the kitchen |
| I’ma cook it up, I’ma break it down |
| Pass it out, and I set them pounds |
| Keep 1000 rounds for all you bitch niggas |
| Got a lot of grapes, so pick your dish nigga |
| Your club will… when … |
| And they be roofless, could be here for body counts |
| 50 cal on me make your body bounce |
| nick to an ounce, ounce to a half, half to a brick house |
| Through with them bitches, tell them get out |
| And it’s mob and that’s without a doubt |
| And I been get money so what the fuck you saying? |
| All white bricks stay wrapped up in … |
| That Rarri sitting at the red light |
| Jewel shinning hard, these bitches… my name, the headlight |
| You know I ball, you know what’s in my wall |
| You know what’s in my safe, you know what’s on my waist |
| You know what’s in my whip, you know she ain’t gonna trip |
| We was in the hood, but now we taking trips. |