Lyrics Knee Deep - Q Money

Knee Deep

Wear a belt
Yeah you already know what the fuck going on
Think it’s a game?
Yeah let’s get money this shit funny
Bruh, I told you
Lemme tell my shit on that
Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt
And I did it all on my own, ain’t need yo help yeah, yeah
And it smell like money man, even when I belch yeah, yeah
And I heard my strikes, I could’ve been a ref yeah, yeah
The way you cook them bricks you could’ve been a chef, yeah, yeah
And I’m ballin' real hard bitch, I might get attacked yeah, yeah
And I got it right now, I don’t give a fuck about who next, yeah, yeah
Ay, ha ha
I don’t give a doodie like BB
It’s a street sweep
In a wagon, it’s a big jeep
This ain’t no G
Fuck her in the cell like meet me
'Cause she a neat freak
In the streets
I was knee-deep
I was knee-deep
I got VeeBees on my white tee
You can go skii
And I know these nigga’s don’t like me
Bro wanna post me
And I pop that shit like mhm, she like mhm
Yeah she on my dick like mhm, she like mhm
Heard your nigga snitch, mm-mm, mm-mm
They don’t make no sense, mm-mm, mm-mm
Yeah, yeah, ay
I keep a strap on my leg cause I know that these niggas ain’t right
Yeah, yeah
Might as well take you a flight cause you niggas ain’t gon' take my life yeah,
yeah
I remember lighting them counters, remember they turn off the lights yeah, yeah
I remember wrecking them licks, I went driving, I was driving a bike, yeah, yeah
I pay a hundred a gram these niggas weren’t doin' me right, yeah, yeah
I got this shit out the mud, I go at this shit with my life, yeah, yeah
Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt
And I did it all on my own, ain’t need yo help yeah, yeah
And it smell like money man, even when I belch yeah, yeah
And I heard my strikes, I could’ve been a ref yeah, yeah
The way you cook them bricks you could’ve been a chef, yeah, yeah
And I’m ballin' real hard bitch, I might get attacked yeah, yeah
And I got it right now, I don’t give a fuck about who next, yeah, yeah