You Ain't Know

Yeah, I got a lot of loot, and I ain't lookin' for a lady

And you could never play 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 niggas, I could make a list

Niggas wonder why I stress that I am the best

'Cause even bobble heads tell me, "Yes," haha

Put it on the hood, I'm Holly grove to death

I'm already good, I'm working on my left

A jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck

Don't forget the Baby, no, 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

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 (yeah), to the money

Brush the platinum, grab the straps, homme, make it happen

Comin' through my neighborhood with 4's on the Caddy

Limo tints out the pound, and Uptown crackin'

Red bandanna, duckin' feds, and the money stackin'

Rest in peace to Mrs. Gladys like every day

We on the grind for the shine, and we gon' get paid

Spent a mill' on the wheels, custom with the navi'

Two of the same whips, we doin' it big, livin' lavish

Uh, this is a Scott Storch, and I'm a hot torch