[Produced by Rich Homie Quan & Trauma Tone]
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know (What you know Quan?)
You ain't that n***a you say you is (Well how you know though?)
Just know that I know, I know, I know (Okay!)
Them streets, they f** with me strong
And them b**hes gon f** just because money long
You know that I know, I know, I know
Well you know that I know it, I know it, I know
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
You a f** n***a and it ain't a secret
I'm so official they can referee it (they know I am)
Black gun, white work, I got jungle fever
28 on the scale, all I drop is ether (Rich Homie)
Get money, break bread, gotta feed your people
Every day like thanksgiving, everybody eating
I put work in the hood, let my homies grind
I do what I do to see my n***as shine
I know what I know and man that's all I know
I take 63 grams and try to make a four
That's a couple ounces if I get it right
Wanna see my homies rich cuz n***a this the life
I know
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Hey, I know that you ain't that n***a you claim to be
Despite how much money that I make this sh** ain't changing me
I know, I know, I know, a lot of these n***as, they lame to me
I'm blown, I smoke what I rolled is with the same n***a that I came in with
(Rich Homie baby) I'm on the west coast in a low rider
Four b**hes tryna leave with me
Ain't enough room and I don't know y'all
I'm high as f**, you a low pie
I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics
Put a potato on it, make it shoot silent
f** wrong with you? You profiling
I done made a million dollars and I didn't go to college (f** you mean)
And all my n***as get locked for some work
Best believe he goin silent
He don't know nobody, can't trust nobody but yo self
So believe me when I tell you that I know about it
When I asked yo ho about it she said me and Yo Gotti
The realest n***as left and I told that b**h
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I wanna see my homies rich forever
I know some secrets, I'll never tell em
I got some birds but I'd never mail em
You in love with Instagram hoes and you ain't never met em
Pocket full of money, boy I know the feeling
I know that n***as hatin' that's why I lost the civic
And the drophead, of the 71 cutla** on 8's
And my wife beater on, with my hat to the back
Started from the bottom like Drake
But I'm with the same old n***as that I started with
Same young n***as I was robbing with
And if these n***as have a problem with
Got them automatic pistols no revolver sh** (Bang!)
And I know n***as sell they soul, go against they guy
f** n***as, playin like they real, living in disguise
Homie what you know?
[Hook]