You Ain't Know Lyrics - Birdman

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

And you could 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 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you 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 with a extender 

And that bitch hold me up like suspenders 

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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 

Put it on the hood, I'm Hollygrove 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 no, don't forget the F 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money 

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Brush the platinum, grab the straps, homie 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 Miss Gladys like everyday 

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 

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 rock port 

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 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money 

Fresh with 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 homie gettin' money 

3rd Ward soldier, 13th gangsta 

17th 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'ma get it 'til I die daddy 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money 

You ain't know, I gotta go 

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money