[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
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I know I know I know
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I know I know I know (What you know Quan?)
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You ain’t that nigga you say you is (Well how you know though?)
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Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!)
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Them streets, they fuck with me strong
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And them bitches gon fuck just because money long
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You know that I know I know I know
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Well you know that I know it I know it I know
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[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
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You a fuck nigga and it ain’t a secret
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I’m so official they can referee it (they know I am)
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Black gun, white work, I got jungle fever
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28 on the scale, all I drop is ether (Rich Homie)
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Get money, break bread, gotta feed your people
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Every day like thanksgiving, everybody eating
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I put work in the hood, let my homies grind
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I do what I do to see my niggas shine
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I know what I know and man that’s all I know
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I take 63 girls and try to make a four
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That’s a couple ounces if I get it right
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Wanna see my homies rich cuz nigga this the life
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I know
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
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I know that you ain’t that nigga you claim to be
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Despite how much money I make this shit ain’t changing me
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I know I know I know a lot of these niggas, they lame to me
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I’m blown, I smoke what I rolled The same nigga that I came in with (Rich Homie baby)
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I’m on the west coast in a low rider
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4 bitches tryna leave with me
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Ain’t enough room and I don’t know yall
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I’m high as fuck, you a low pie
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I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics
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Put a potato on it make it shoot silent
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Fuck wrong with you? you profiling
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I done made a million and I didn’t go to college (Fuck you mean)
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And all my niggas locked for some work, best believe he goin silent
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He don’t know nobody, can’t trust nobody but yo self
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So believe me when I tell you that I know about it
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When I asked yo ho about it she said me and Yo Gotti
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The realest niggas left and I told that bitch
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[ Hook ]
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[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
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I wanna see my homies rich forever
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I know some secrets, I’ll never tell em
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I got some birds but I’d never mail em
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You in love with Instagram hoes and you ain’t never met em
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Pocket full of money, boy I know the feeling
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I know that niggas hatin' that's why I lost the civic
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And the drophead , of the 71 cutlass on 8’s
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And my wife beater on, with my hat to the back started from the bottom like Drake
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But I’m with the same old niggas that I started with
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Same young niggas I was robbing with
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And if these niggas have a problem with
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Got them automatic pistols no revolver shit (Bang!)
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And I know niggas sell they soul, go against they guy
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Fuck niggas, playin like they real, living in disguise
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Homie what you know?
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[Hook]
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I Know
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| Yo Gotti |
