Ace Hood - I kno lyrics

I know you ain't never met a n***a like me And you probly never will, I put that on my OG And I know none these other n***as seen the sh** I seen They don't hustle like I hustle, get the sh** by any means And I know all them b**hes with me do be hella bad Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast I know (they hatin') I know (and they may watin') For me to fall off That will be never dog From the bottom to the top I came a long way Used to sip on quarter juices, now it's Rosay Now that marrow sittin' wider than some Colgate Baby momma trippin, she do sh** the wrong way f** it, gave my lawyer fifty for the court case Whatcha know 'bout makin' money at a fast pace? Yea I know the feds steady watching n***as My younguns play with guns like some matching figures Bet I know how to make this money a triple flipper Only breaking bread with the realest n***as Wake up in the morning, greet a bad b**h f** 'er once and then I'm focused where the cash is Lacing my Gucci's, had to grab ten I gotta stay safe, bring the Mach 10 And I know they want me dead and gone Paranoid, I keep that pistol in my carry-on I know you ain't never met a n***a like me And you probably never will, I put that on my OG And I know none these other n***as seen the sh** I seen They don't hustle like I hustle, get the sh** by any means And I know all them b**hes with me do be hella bad Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast I know (they hatin') I know (and they waitin') For me to fall off That'll be never, dog They told me where you getting money? ', boy them n***as hate Stacking paper, 23, I'm thinking real estate On the ship or what I'm driving, we don't renovate Get money, my n***as, stock in the real estate Call me by my government when I be at the bank Talking figures, n***a half a million Ben Franks Heard them n***as counting mad at some b**h place Long as my pistol on me I go to your b**h place Think I really give a f** 'bout all you p**y n***as Counting paper, screaming 'f**! all of you p**y n***as' I swear I'm ballin' to my last breath Brand new prezie on me, call that f**er sudden d**h I tell my b**h to keep on s**ing till there's nothing left That sh** girl, I just made her admit to grand theft Yea, and I know they want me dead and gone Paranoid, I keep that chopper in my carry-on I know you ain't never met a n***a like me And you probly never will, I put that on my OG And I know none these other n***as seen the sh** I seen They don't hustle like I hustle, get the sh** by any means And I know all them b**hes with me do be hella bad Hit the mall then blow a stash, call it blowing money fast I know (they hatin') I know (and they waitin') For me to fall off That'll be never, dog I know (they hatin') I know (and they waitin') For me to fall off That'll be never, dog