Know It (Remix)

(álbum: Hot August Nights Forever - 2019)

I'ma be out, this ain't even that long
TrenchWerk
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh
Nard & B

[Curren$y:]
I'm a paid-ass nigga and these hoes know it
You a broke-ass nigga and these hoes know it
Yeah, all my jewelry real and these hoes know it
Nigga, all your diamonds glass and these hoes know it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Quarter mil' for the coupe, set it on Forgis (Set it on Forgis)
I'm a paid-ass nigga and these hoes know it
You's a— (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I don't talk about it, I be going for it (I be going for it)
You just talking shit and you can't afford it (And you can't afford it)
Mashing in the Testarossa to the airport (To the airport)
Leave a fortune for my son, that's what I'm living for (That's what I'm living for)
Bitches outside when I ride by (When I ride by)
Waving at me, bitch, you ain't even 25 (Ain't even 25)
She's just 21, she said she got a grown mind (Said she got a grown mind)
Been on her own since a youngin, got her own money coming (She got her own money coming)
She just wanna get up under the wing of a king (The wing of a king)
Learn a couple things, make the cash register ring

I'm a paid-ass nigga and these hoes know it
You a broke-ass nigga and these hoes know it
Yeah, all my jewelry real and these hoes know it
Nigga, all your diamonds glass and these hoes know it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Quarter mil' for the coupe, set it on Forgis (Set it on Forgis)
I'm a paid-ass nigga and these hoes know it
I'm a paid-ass nigga and these hoes know it
Nigga I don't talk about it, I be going for it
You just talking shit and you can't afford it

[Fendi P:]
911 PD bitches after me
I just got me some new diamonds, I'm a site to see
Been fucking hoes, been [?], this ain't new to me
Been trapping nigga, shot at niggas, y'all like 0 for 3
They all look up to the Jets, all these hoes know it
How these niggas hate on shit that they can't afford?
Bitch we did it for the city, might just buy a storage
Put fifty cars in that motherfucker, might just do it
Oh, all these diamonds clean, yours don't look like these
Look like I get a chain almost every week
You might catch a wave off the strain of me
They booked me for a meet and greet, I'm tryna sell 'em P's, Fendi

[Curren$y:]
I'm a paid-ass nigga and these hoes know it
You a broke-ass nigga and these hoes know it
You be outside the club, can't get in the door
When we pull up you be like "Spitta, can we get in with y'all?"
You ain't a big dog, you's a big fraud
I'm in this big car, my ceiling full of stars
Make a wish on one them bitches parked, hopped in the 60 wagon
Probably hitting switches, don't confuse me with them niggas

I'm a paid-ass nigga and these hoes know it
You a broke-ass nigga and these hoes know it
Yeah, all my jewelry real and these hoes know it
Nigga, all your diamonds glass and these hoes know it
Quarter mil' for the coupe, set it on Forgis (Set it on Forgis)
I'm a paid-ass nigga and these hoes know it
You a broke-ass nigga and these hoes know it
You just talking shit, and you can't afford it
Mashing the Testarossa up to the airport
Leave a fortune for my son, that's what I'm living for
Leave a fortune for my son, that's what I'm living for