You Ain't Know

I got a lot of loot and I ain't looking for a lady

And you never pay me, I'm from uptown baby

I wake up in the morning, take a piss and wash my hands

Take a knee and thank the man, then get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money, to the money

**** I ain't gotta money printer, so for this paper chase

I'm outrunning sprinters, yes, the last two Cash Money members

Shout out to the new Cash Money members

Baby and Slim still point guard and center

So much money on my mind it's all I remember

And I just bought a gun with a extender

And that bitch hold me up like suspenders

Cut like a blender, sharper than a bitch

They got so many pussy **** I can make a list

**** wonder why I stress that I am the best

'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes

Put it on the hood, I'm Holly Grove to death

I'm already good, I'm working on my left

A jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck

Don't forget the baby no don't forget the F

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money, to the money

Brush the platinum, grab the straps homie, make it happen

Coming through my neighborhood with fours on the caddy

Limo tints out the pound and uptown cracking

Red bandanna ducking feds and the money stacking

Rest in peace to Miss Glady's like everyday

We on the grind for the shine, and we gon get paid

Spent a mill on the wheels, custom with the navi

Two of the same whips, we doing it big, living lavish

This is a Scott Storch, and I'm a hot torch

And getting money is my sport

And understand the rap game is my court

So I shall walk and come forth like a rock port

Or some sort of matching slippers or yacht shoes

See I don't cruise control, I control the cruise

Yes, I gets throat on a boat

And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope

And I gotta lot of loot and I ain't looking for a lady

And you can never play me, I'm from uptown baby

I wake up in the morning, take a piss and wash my hands

Take a knee and thank the man, then get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money

Fresh with the hustle, so we bounce back on them suckers

Blowing big, doing gigs, got it raining hundreds

They repping laying here, we stunting

On the grind all the time homie, getting money

Third world soldier, thirteenth gangster

Seventeenth hustler, known top ranker

Money go getter, them clowns can't figure

Popping at the mouth like this cutter won't split em

Know how to survive hustling staying fly

My whole hood cried when my little brother died

Know I had to ride, never let it slide

It's just the G in me, and I'ma get it till I die, daddy

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?

I gotta get back to the money, to the money