Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Know the Drill, artist - Ace Hood. Date of issue: 11.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
She Know the Drill |
| Damn, thank god momma son made it at twenty three |
| Still remembering a struggle hidden deep in me |
| Momma gone, ain’t no single daddy memory |
| I became my own man the age of seventeen |
| Trying make this money flip like it’s a trampoline |
| I was hard headed, grandfather diabetic |
| I was trying do it big, like I was Faith Evans |
| Praying to the heavens, I can see my daughter smile |
| Know she watching now that daddy rip this record down |
| Know I love you baby, tell my god I said whatup' |
| And know I seen em' just meeting ends, so my family up |
| I should pray harder, instead I tote a pistol |
| Speed dollar killers running if I ever whistle |
| Real nigga, that’s just my genetics |
| Hustle hard got my money doing calisthenics |
| I stretch paper, every dollar bill |
| Hook: |
| Niggas cry tears, when I see my first mill (First Mill) |
| Bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill |
| Bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill |
| Bad bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill |
| The Game: |
| I gotta' bad bitch wit' me, and she know the drill |
| And she know my ex, X pill |
| She only listen to me, Ace, and Meek Mill |
| I told her tat my name on it, so I know it’s real |
| She know the value of a dollar bill |
| She know how real or fake them counterfeit hunded’s feel |
| She know the difference between Derrick Rose and D-Wade |
| She know the difference between being broke and stayin', paid |
| She know the difference between vuve and spades |
| She know the difference between warrants and raids |
| Never confuse when talkin' Glocks and dem' K’s |
| Show her the shoe, she put a number on dem' J’s |
| Like, it dem' is cool grays |
| I’m like, dem' is cool shades |
| I’m like, dem' is Spike Lee’s |
| She like, yeah schooldays |
| And she bang the documentary still |
| Said that motherfucka' cold, yeah, Buffalo Bill |
| Hook: |
| Meek Mill: |
| I ain’t never ran from nobody, and I never will |
| Lunch time on these niggas, cuz' I’m on my second meal |
| I just dropped a mixtape, lookin' like my second deal |
| Club LIV, thirty bottles, and I’m on my second bill |
| And I be gettin' high as my electric bill |
| Ask bout' me in the hood, they say I’m extra real |
| Cuz' ain’t nobody never rob me, I ain’t never squeal |
| And ain’t nobody never try, my niggas love to kill |
| Ridin' round wit' chuck, but it ain’t a game though |
| My black wall niggas told me you a lame though |
| The Glock got a beam on it, like Kano |
| Banana clips and lemon squeeze’s, just to split your mango |
| My down bitch, never count the counterfeit |
| Cuz' you know the real from fake, I had to 'round some shit |
| Before I ever thought of rap, I had a pound to get |
| And the piece is steel, I never thought I see a mill |
| Hook: |