Luciano - No Understanding lyrics

[Chorus] (Aston Martin Phi) All this cash I done spent All these hoes I done f**ed I ain't got no understanding I don't really give a f** Treat that foreign like a rental Hundred racks stuffed in my denim And my j**elry cold, December And I'm ballin' till next winter (JuJu) All this cash I done spent All these hoes I done f**ed I ain't got no understanding I don't really give a f** Treat that foreign like a rental Hundred racks stuffed in my denim And my j**elry cold, December And I be ballin' till next winter [Verse 1] (Quez) I be flying where it's sunny, I be chilling in Miami n***a all this f**ing j**elry, all gold like a Grammy n***a try it if you want, youngin' got that you understand me We some young wild n***as, we don't got no understanding [?], we make movies we don't panic Want that molly, holla at Greezy, got that 50 dolla Grammys Made a milli off of touring, might pull up in something foreign We got money, I do too, but I took yo b**h because you borin' Turn up! (Ali) All this money this sh** ridiculous, 'bout to buy another truck If I know just know I f**ed, keep it on me yea it's tucked Inna [?] throwin' 50, out in MIA with Diddy I'm the flyest in the city, got her geekin' off that Whitney 'Bout to hit up Magic City, 'Bout to say hello to Kitty Man I swear to God she miss me, That's what she say everytime she hear me Man I'm fresher than a b**h, Spent 600 for the kicks We gon shoot ya if you snitch, First I hit you then we switch [Chorus] [Verse 2] (Strap) Inna Bentley with the kicks, doin' donuts inna 6 All this f**in' street money, I can cash out on them bricks All these hoes I done f**ed, All this cash I done spent When the plug call me up, know them bands comin' in All this f**in' drug money, put Pirelli's on Asanti's I'm posted in the hood I got that muthaf**a bumpin' Audemars Piguet them haters hatin' that I done it Ain't no understanding, Mac 90 hold a hundred (Luciano) Hundred racks inna demin, birds stashed inna fender Break it down, chicken tender, Gettin' money my agenda Gotcha b**h inna [?], doin' thangs for the scrilla Ridin' down, 20 geekin', speakers busting through the window Muthaf**a you remember, got the hoes [?] like Thriller Matte black Maybach like Zilla Take a b**h with a pair of Margiela's You can keep f**in' that broke n***a, or come f** with a dope dealer Got my ice cold, need a chinchilla Pop a molly make ya gun a little thinner, you remember? [Chorus]