They Know - Draper, Matty Rico, Chimes

Feelin' like I’m in a league of my own

'Cause I won’t take shots no more

But still get into that two three zone

That’s on any given Sunday

One on one with all your girls

And then I’ll take two, three home

I’m like two three Jordan, 2D roses

No need bust, I’m three up plus

And bad I’m scoring

But the camera hole was on 'em when you hit record

We photoin' when we hit these boards, yeah

Pour another, get the cameras out

Wave 'em high, get the banners out

My whole team got the win again

We get the champagne spillin' out

More bottles on the ice, they know

Tokyo’s come through, for sure

We ain’t trippin' over you

Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do

One hundred all night, they know

Full speed in the morning, for sure

We ain’t trippin' over you

Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do

Okay, I get it

I ain’t gotta boast more

Guess I been flying over coast more

Look at all the wins creepin' in in my head

Got a crib in NY, never sleep in my bed

I got a chick in Cape Town, drop me off at the edge

My girl from the West End always tryna pretend

I never play those games

Red eye, red eye, sauce then coach

Now they kid in first class with the boss approach

Pour another, get the cameras out

Wave 'em high, get the banners out

My whole team got the win again

We get the champagne spillin' out

More bottles on the ice, they know

Tokyo’s come through, for sure

We ain’t trippin' over you

Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do

One hundred all night, they know

Full speed in the morning, for sure

We ain’t trippin' over you

Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do

Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic

Them haters make noise?

You ignore the static

Everybody got drive?

You avoid the traffic

Maneuver to the top where your name in bright lights and flashing

I ain’t Steve Nash-in', I don’t get the rocket, pass it

I don’t get a block and crash it

Roam through the field in a pompous fashion

Cruise to end zone and I’m saucin', dancin' like

More bottles on the ice, they know

Tokyo’s come through, for sure

We ain’t trippin' over you

Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do

One hundred all night, they know

Full speed in the morning, for sure

We ain’t trippin' over you

Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do

Na na na na na na na na na (They know, they know)

Na na na na na na na na na (They know, they know)

Na na na na na na na na na (They know, they know)

Na na na na na na na na na (They know, they know)