Birdman - You Ain't Know lyrics

I got a lot of loot, and I ain't lookin' for a lady And you can never pay me, I'm from Uptown, baby I wake up in the mornin', 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 ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money n***a, I ain't got a money printer So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' 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 wit' a extender And that b**h hold me up like suspenders Cut like a blender, sharper than a b**h They got so many p**y n***az I can make a list n***az wonder why I stress that I am the best 'Cause even bobble heads tell me, "yes," ha ha Put it on the hood; I'm Holly grove to d**h I'm already good; I'm workin' on my left A jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck Don't forget the Baby, and don't forget the F You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money Brush the platinum, grab the straps, homey, make it happen Comin' through my neighborhood wit' fours on the Caddy Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin' Red bandanna duckin' feds, and the money stackin' Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like everyday We on the grind for the shine, and we gon' get paid Spent a mill' on the wheels, custom wit' the navi' Two of the same whips; we doin' it big, livin' lavish This is a Scott Storch, and I'm a hot torch And gettin' money is my sport And understand the rap game is my court So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport Or some sort of matchin' 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 got a lot of loot, and I ain't lookin' for a lady And you can never pay me, I'm from Uptown, baby I wake up in the mornin', 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 ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money Fresh wit' the hustle, so we bounce back on them s**ers Blowin' big, doin' gigs, got it ran in hundreds They reppin', layin' here; we stuntin' On the grind all the time, homey, gettin' money Third Ward soldier, thirteenth gangsta Seventeenth hustler, known top ranker Money go getter; them clowns can't figure Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em Know how to survive hustlin', stayin' fly My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died Know I had to ride, never let it slide It's just the G in me, and I'm a get it till I die, daddy You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money You ain't know I gotta go Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money To the money