[Intro]
Ayy
[Chorus]
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'
These ni**as be talkin', they frontin'
They back it up, never that, b*tch, I could bring the cold weather back
She give me head 'cause she know I'm ahead of that
ni**a she fu*kin' with, he ain't got no dough
Know I'm busy so she tryna run it back
I call the touchdown with the running back
Carry the balls like a running-back
[Verse]
You tryna wife her but we just make fun of that
(Where you at, ni**a?) I'm where the money at
That's where the b*tches that's tryna tuck tummies at
(Where you at, ni**a?) Not wherе the money at
You over thеre where the pussies and dummies at
I'm over here with them ni**as might double back
I'm not a thug but I know me some ni**as that
Might go to jail so you ni**as don't want it, man
I bought a crib and a chain in a pandemic
Got an AMG and not a Panamera
Got a twin-turbo in the hood
Like I'm in the trenches next to Tia and Tamera
Drippin' chlorophyll like I'm sippin' syrup
Fresh up out the salon, I'ma fu*k her hair up
b*tch, you know I'm the truth like I fu*ked a darer
b*tch, you know we the ones they cannot compare to
I might fly to Paris with WESTSIDE
And bring me a b*tch from the west side
I might fly to Hawaii with ni**as from southeast
And my b*tch outta Bed-Stuy
Baby-baby, no we don't play
Call up Emma, then bring out the AK
I don't argue with ni**as that saying they hit it first
b*tch, you know that I'm Ray J
Yeah (Woah), b*tch, I'm sneaky in the streets (Woah)
So cold I'm making snow (Woah) like I'm Meechy in the streets (Woah)
Can't stop, won't stop (Woah), Chrissy [?] in the streets (Woah)
Heard a ni**a dropped it down (Woah) like he Fifi in this—, hahaha
[Chorus]
I know a whole lot of nothin'
These ni**as be talkin', they frontin'
I got me some money, I got me a crib
Now all of sudden, I got me new cousins
They pushing bu*tons
Tryna get out the everyday struggle like Budden
They look for the easiest way so they puttin'
I back up the GT just to stunt on the ones that was frontin'