Mike Will Made It - You Don't Know lyrics

[Hook] The streets is down to ride when it's on (When it's on) Talking how you talking, get you gone (Get you gone) You don't know my n***a, you don't know (You don't know) You don't know my n***a, you don't know (You don't know) I been getting money from before (From before) Matter of fact, get my money out the floor (Out the floor) You don't know my n***a, you don't know (You don't know) You don't know my n***a, you don't know (You don't know) [Verse 1] The streets ain't never been hidin, we riding Duct tape on a licence plate when we see a n***a sliding Choppers in the window when we find him It's money to be made when we find him Dinner on me at Benihana's Just rapping, and I seen three commas f**ing bad b**hes in they vaginas Juicy mane, be honest My .45 is harmonic Weed, buying more chronic My Prada suit is black diamond Tired of sh**ting on n***as, I'm bout to vomit Champagne with my omelet They say I'm still using ebonics But I'm still capping these commas n***as think that they nino Juicy man got a ego Bet your life in my casino My Cuban link is a kilo Got a mansion out in the valley, I still keep my heat on Too many diamonds and rupees in my chains, looking like hot cheetos [Hook] [Verse 2] It ain't no n***a like me Who still spending millions from the '90s I can spend my own millions just to sign me Walking in the white house in a black tee Get lost in my time piece, My wrist priced out the Bugatti Icing on the cake with the glaze on I be at the Oscars with my Jays on Watcha saying homes? I be in the kitchen with the good sh** Getting my Bobby Flay on Duffel bag in the Ferrari Top down, switching foreign lanes on a Friday Baddest b**hes, erotic. Blowin' light cause I got it If my goons knew how to swim they'd be sharks mixed with piranhas Fashion shows out in Paris, all my weed is designer I don't talk business on the phone If the money ain't texting I ain't home It's not up to me how your b**h getting home, I f**ed her She just wanted Juicy on the night that you loved her Knock knock, n***a don't you dare n***as in the gra** with their choppers in the air [Hook] [Verse 3] Crack a n***a head with the Ace of Spades Worldstar put you on the front page Congratulations, you finally made it p**y n***a, you finally famous These rap n***as, these rap n***as In real life ain't moving sh** Half the sh** just sound good You n***as living in a movie clip 20 years in, you new to this I'm a shark n***a, you a tuna fish All my cars got smart start Damn b**h, I'm stupid rich Stupid b**h, that's hella paid Promethazine in my lemonade Got a private loft in MIA No competition I'm in my lane