Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Know My Name, artist - Mustard. Album song Cold Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
Know My Name |
| I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch |
| I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist |
| If she bad I might take her to the red carpet |
| Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it |
| Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide |
| Tell your man don’t do you right |
| When I got that money I ain’t change up |
| Bitch you know my name, I got paper |
| I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch |
| I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist |
| If she bad I might take her to the red carpet |
| Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it |
| Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide |
| Tell your man don’t do you right |
| When I got that money I ain’t change up |
| Bitch you know my name, I got paper |
| Bitch you know my name, bitch you know my name |
| Bitch I’m rich forever, put that on my chain |
| Got these haters mad, we got plenty cash |
| And all them hoes put the money in a paper bag |
| Now these haters too salty |
| Do the math, mourine, that’s a ten piece |
| Woke up with a bank on a new day |
| Last night dreaming 'bout a new |
| Wraith |
| Don’t she know me? |
| I’m the GOAT like Kobe |
| I got that check and call the jeweler told him freeze me |
| Word around town that I made it |
| Two freaks, one coupe going crazy |
| I did broke that bitch bed now she stalking me |
| Mommy told me more money, more enemies |
| Had to learn that |
| Bring your girl around me, get your bitch snatched |
| I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch |
| I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist |
| If she bad I might take her to the red carpet |
| Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it |
| Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide |
| Tell your man don’t do you right |
| When I got that money I ain’t change up |
| Bitch you know my name, I got paper |
| I ain’t lying, ayy |
| I ain’t lying, ayy |
| I ain’t lying |
| Got them eyeing my designs from the side |
| Side eyeing all these dogs from behind |
| Throw a bundle in her girdle, make her hunch over, ayy |
| All these rush for it |
| I’m a boss, she gon' work for it |
| She’s the one who hold you down from the first floor, ayy |
| Started from the ground, I’m a vert boy, ayy |
| Slap them rims on it, make them worth more, ayy |
| Spent about a hunnid on the shirt for it, ayy |
| This that type a verse with a hayayaya |
| Goyard on my waist |
| Fell out of love, then I jumped in that Wraith |
| Slid in that at the club with my drum on display |
| From my gums to my range, bust down like a layover |
| I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch |
| I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist |
| If she bad I might take her to the red carpet |
| Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it |
| Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide |
| Tell your man don’t do you right |
| When I got that money I ain’t change up |
| Bitch you know my name, I got paper |
| Gotta stay one hunnid, I can’t change up |
| Bitches wanna fuck me 'cause I’m famous |
| Tell your bitch to leave her face painted |
| She put her number in my phone but I ain’t save it |
| Girl I stay one hunnid, I can’t change up |
| Bitches wanna fuck me 'cause I’m famous |
| Tell your bitch to leave her face painted |
| She put her number in my phone but I ain’t save it |
| I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch |
| I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist |
| If she bad I might take her to the red carpet |
| Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it |
| Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide |
| Tell your man don’t do you right |
| When I got that money I ain’t change up |
| Bitch you know my name, I got paper |