"You Ain't Know" as written by Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams and Scott Storch....
I got a lot of loot, and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me, I'm from Uptown, baby
I wake up in the mornin', take a piss, and wash my hands
Take a knee, and thank the Man, then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

Nigga, I ain't got a money printer
So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters
Yes, the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun wit' a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender, sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best
'Cause even bobble heads tell me, "yes," ha ha
Put it on the hood; I'm Holly grove to death
I'm already good; I'm workin' on my left
A jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck
Don't forget the Baby, and don't forget the F

You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

Brush the platinum, grab the straps, homey, make it happen
Comin' through my neighborhood wit' fours on the Caddy
Limo tints out the pound and Uptown crackin'
Red bandanna duckin' feds, and the money stackin'
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like everyday
We on the grind for the shine, and we gon' get paid
Spent a mill' on the wheels, custom wit' the navi'
Two of the same whips; we doin' it big, livin' lavish

This is a Scott Storch, and I'm a hot torch
And gettin' money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport
Or some sort of matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
See, I don't cruise control, I control the cruise
Yes, I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope, and

I got a lot of loot, and I ain't lookin' for a lady
And you can never pay me, I'm from Uptown, baby
I wake up in the mornin', take a piss, and wash my hands
Take a knee, and thank the Man, then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money

Fresh wit' the hustle, so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowin' big, doin' gigs, got it ran in hundreds
They reppin', layin' here; we stuntin'
On the grind all the time, homey, gettin' money
Third Ward soldier, thirteenth gangsta
Seventeenth hustler, known top ranker
Money go getter; them clowns can't figure
Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
Know how to survive hustlin', stayin' fly
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
Know I had to ride, never let it slide
It's just the G in me, and I'm a get it till I die, daddy

You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
To the money


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"You Ain't Know" as written by Bryan Williams Dwayne Carter

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