Wanna Know

Them man wanna send for me Envy and jealousy, it's everything I wished upon my enemies See me doing well and now they're telling me they're getting me I just fly west and link Melanie Times I was selling green Now I've got more stones on my watch than a cemetery Girls can remember me, F you and your memory Jussy, what you telling me? Come we fly to Nike, and trust me everything we're getting free Everything we're getting free From crack fiends and hella b To rap beats and melodies, athletes will never see Chat chatting 'bout us man, they'll never be us man They'll never be 'Cause all my man are running to the money We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay And all my man are running from them hoes on the roads Like whoa whoa whoa, whoa Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know But now I'm seeing dough, these catties they be calling off my phone All these mandem, they applaud me on the road I put corn in for my bros Mandem keep on talking on the low Mandem keep on talking on the low But, all my man are bros And all my man, and all my man are bros My mandem have your mandem on the ropes I'll have mandem on your road Mandem in a batch or on their own With a bat or with a pole I've got mandem that will slap a man with both Nike jacket on my back, I'm looking cold It's funny how these catties wanna know 'Cause all my man are running to the money We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay And all my man are running from them hoes on the roads Like whoa whoa whoa, whoa Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know But now I'm seeing dough, these catties they be calling off my phone All these mandem, they applaud me on the road Look, I came in late Two bottles in my hand, I think it's looking like I'm waved I'm searching for a brown skin girl with a body Or a lightskin chick with a smile, good style and a pretty little face I used to spend a grand a week, stuntin' on some hoes But Prada boy retired, I don't rock designer clothes I put £40 on my H&M jeans, and the rest came free I told my mom I'll give her everything I own The hell you mean you haven't heard of us? F a guest list, 20 man is how I'm turning up Swear I saw that girl last year, she tried to curve me Her boyfriend's in cunch 'cause he's broke That's a joke, tell your man to come and work for us Trapping's still alive, my brother I know you've heard of us Said you gonna ride my brother but you ain't burst at us Guys have got five times five times five, that will send you to the sky My brother, no you ain't hurting us My lifestyle's exciting, imagine being the reason that two girls are fighting Both hands swinging nonstop like a Breitling So sorry to my brown ting from Loughton And sorry to my white ting from Brighton 'Cause all my man are running to the money We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay And all my man are running from them hoes on the roads Like whoa whoa whoa, whoa Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know But now I'm seeing dough, these catties they be calling off my phone All these mandem, they applaud me on the road I put corn in for my bros Man they keep on talking on the low Man they keep on talking on the low But, all my man are bros And all my man, and all my man are bros My mandem have your mandem on the ropes I'll have mandem on your road Mandem in a batch or on their own With a bat or with a pole I've got mandem that will slap a man with both Nike Jacket on my back, I'm looking cold It's funny how these catties wanna know 'Cause all my man are running to the money We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay And all my man are running from them hoes on the roads Like whoa whoa whoa, whoa Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know But now I'm seeing dough, these catties they be calling off my phone All these mandem, they applaud me on the road