Marc Beatmonster - Y.K.I. (You Know It) lyrics

[Intro] You know it You know it They know it You know You know [Hook] All this money on me, I feel like Floyd (too much money) I got too much money on me, they can't ignore me (too much money) Look at all this money on me, my appearance they know of it These strippers they gon dance for it, and I'm gon throw it She gon shake her a** for the money, I be living fast for the money ATL ATL ATL, n***a taking chance for the money Still hustle hard for the money, n***a can't starve for the money n***a f** being broke, n***a f** being broke, can't run out of money [Verse 1 – Jose Guapo] n***a f** a money counter, n***a f** ten counter, I count it by myself n***a f** being broke, n***a it's young Guapo, I'm handsome and wealthy When I check the forecast, or we changing the weather Designer umbrellas, put some more ice in the bezel If you're street, we'll finesse you Money on money, no pressure Pull up in compressors (foreign) And we got [?] sweaters It's bad [?] nat nat Guapo he dealt like a crack sack n***a f**ing up they wrist, those are the n***as we laugh at f** up my set get it right back, throw up the money, they like that Diamonds been bird, that's fight night They hitting, the biting like Mike Ty Undefeated like Mayweather, pop more sh** then AB Damn look at your wrist [?], is that a Rolex or AP? [Hook] [Verse 2 – Quavo] She taking her chance for the paper, she fell in love with my money Fall off in the booth, the club I pull up with a truck load of money I'm seeing my n***a with choppas, know that they getting into something Then we hit the runway on a PJ, call the country Migo gang, OG, head huncho You can catch me in the street [?] with Longway and young Guapo What n***a you know on the North side made a quarter mil in a goddamn bando Young trap spot n***a, f**ing with the migos have your block hot n***a You ain't never seen a lot of red dots on your bottom looking like a pack of cortisone That's young homie the reason, my n***as come get you and it's murder season Yeah she working for me, remixing for me Yeah she cooking for me, all this money for me Her name is Alicia, her boss got the key [Hook] [Verse 2 – Offset] Do anything just to get to the cash Mama said I'm gonna give her a heart attack b**hes ain't sh**, they be f**ing no cuffing She s** me I'm skeeting all over her eyelash You not from my hood so you don't get a pa** I'm on the highway, 50 bricks on the bypa** Cook up a brick, break down a brick Coca on my knuckles looking like ash Hopping out the Bentley, f**ing with the chickens Throw the money in the air, you got it, ain't no tricking Talking bout you got that money n***a, know you fiction Broke and these n***as keep talking but I ain't gon listen Throw the money on the b**hes, I done paid tuition All of my n***as, we migos but we don't wear dickeys All of my clothes are exquisite, all of my b**hes long distance Minajing these b**hes, no Nicki Versace my lenses like Biggie p**y boy n***a a sissy Throwing the money like Frisbees f** you talking, f** n***a I'm strapped Your b**h keep on staring, your b**h gon get kidnapped In the club, Offset keep throwing the racks Money all over the floor to my kneecaps [Hook]