Nitti - Don't Know About That lyrics

I'm sayin man (what you saying homey?) Different weight cla** y'know (that's right) I'm fittin to be one of those ones y'knamsayin About to move all these old rappers out the way Cause they just takin up too much space ya heard? (Yeah) It's time for new energy man (et's get it) [Chorus] I got the whips, wheels, diamonds on my grill Money {hoes} and clothes man it's all a player knows Being broke, naw {n***a} I don't know about that Being broke, naw {n***a} I don't know about that [Bow Wow] Uh-uh~! All I do is get money Listen - you see the chain (yup) you know my pedegree You know what it is when you dealin with the letter B Dirty mad {n***as} stay mad at me, mad at me Cause they can't show they girls what I'ma let 'em see, let 'em see I'm leanin on, all these little busters with some money (yeah) I take they girl and I'm like Usher with the money Only difference is, ye ain't 'bout to see me boo-hoo I'm up in Phipps, +Lettin it Burn+, singin "Girl do you" [Chorus] - 2X (Ay Bow Wow you ready? Hehe, this verse two, let's go) [Bow Wow] I'm a oh-eight Phantom type bandana rocker Me and J.D. is like Red Bull and vodka And we right back at it man, live from Atlanta man Grilled up, tatted a**, since birth, had it man Stuntin on these {n***as} (yup) throwin dough around If you hear I'm in your town, best believe is going down If I stood on my wallet I'll be bigger than Shaq Who you know under twenty-one who do it like that? [Chorus] - 2X (Let's go) [Bow Wow] Fifth album (yup) still hittin it {n***as} mad at me cause they ain't gettin it how I'm gettin it Mr. of the Misters (yup) 106 and Park that is I hear you talkin but you {n***as} know who started this (me) Who the hardest is, and who the real artist is And clearly who be gettin it poppin like this, uhh White tee (yup) red monkey jeans When I hit the block you know I'm comin down clean [Chorus] - 2X [Young Capone] Young C, SoSoDef, MP Click Yeah, uhh, uhh, check this out Young C fresh at Phil's House Hoppin out that Phantom shinnin brighter than a plasma The coupe like a NASCAR, my dough come faster Pockets fat as Biggie and Jazze and Big Jasper Something like a master, SoSo, G4, too high The bapes, them mikey's, the ice got me too fly Young C and Bow let's go run a few stacks Free shows and promos, I don't know about that [Chorus] - 2X