We Know - Skippa Da Flippa

Yeen talking money, we know!

You got finger fucked on your deal and we know!

You keep taking that ho shopping and we know it!

I’m the type to take her to the strip club with me, let her throw it

And we know, and we know, and we know

You flexing bout kicking them doors

And I know one thing, you ain’t got no hoes

And we know, and we know, and we know

We know that your wrist ain’t real shit

You stay with that ho and we still fuck your bitch

And we know!

You say you got money but you ain’t got shit for the show

More white than Joe Blow, how you let a nigga juug all your dough?

I’m the type to hold you up for ransom

This the new fuck a broke nigga’s bitch anthem

We know you ain’t having, you never tip the dancers

Kraow, with the chopper, they like Longway, New Hampshire

Fuck with the Phantom, I got the juice, no Tropicana

Migo my lingo, I fuck up on grammar

We know you a J, addicted to Hannah

I was capping ‘fore I moved to Atlanta

You ain’t got no hands, you ain’t got no manners

When I trapped nicks I was still cool with Cannon

We know if you get caught you sing like you Janet

Yeen talking money, we know!

You got finger fucked on your deal and we know!

You keep taking that ho shopping and we know it!

I’m the type to take her to the strip club with me, let her throw it

And we know, and we know, and we know

You flexing bout kicking them doors

And I know one thing, you ain’t got no hoes

And we know, and we know, and we know

We know that your wrist ain’t real shit

You stay with that ho and we still fuck your bitch

And we know!

You talk bout that shit that you do, what bout that shit that you can’t?

You ain’t got rank

I know you ain’t paying 32 hundred for no motherfucking plank

Yeen got to drink just to be cool, ride on the water like a ski do

QC froze on igloo, and I ain’t got to flex how you do

Strapped with 100 guns, order 100 bottles, that’s all for the models

We know, your bitch she suck some good dick, tell that bitch swallow the bottle

30 on me so I waddle, 15, backend for tomorrow

I gots to have bread like a gyro, we know you ain’t having so you gots to borrow

Yeen talking money, we know!

You got finger fucked on your deal and we know!

You keep taking that ho shopping and we know it!

I’m the type to take her to the strip club with me, let her throw it

And we know, and we know, and we know

You flexing bout kicking them doors

And I know one thing, you ain’t got no hoes

And we know, and we know, and we know

We know that your wrist ain’t real shit

You stay with that ho and we still fuck your bitch

And we know!