I Know Lyrics - Rich Homie Quan

I know I know I know 

I know I know I know (What you know Quan?) 

You ain't that nigga you say you is (Well how you know though?) 

Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!) 

Them streets, they fuck with me strong 

And them bitches gon fuck just because money long 

You know that I know I know I know 

Well you know that I know it I know it I know 

You a fuck nigga and it ain't a secret 

I'm so official they can referee it (they know I am) 

Black gun, white work, I got jungle fever 

28 on the scale, all I drop is ether (Rich Homie) 

Get money, break bread, gotta feed your people 

Every day like thanksgiving, everybody eating 

I put work in the hood, let my homies grind 

I do what I do to see my niggas shine 

I know what I know and man that's all I know 

I take 63 grams and try to make a four 

That's a couple ounces if I get it right 

Wanna see my homies rich cuz nigga this the life 

I know 

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I know that you ain't that nigga you claim to be 

Despite how much money I make this shit ain't changing me 

I know I know I know a lot of these niggas, they lame to me 

I'm blown, I smoke what I rolled The same nigga that I came in with (Rich Homie baby) 

I'm on the west coast in a low rider 

4 bitches tryna leave with me 

Ain't enough room and I don't know yall 

I'm high as fuck, you a low pie 

I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics 

Put a potato on it make it shoot silent 

Fuck wrong with you? you profiling 

I done made a million and I didn't go to college (Fuck you mean) 

And all my niggas locked for some work, best believe he goin silent 

He don't know nobody, can't trust nobody but yo self 

So believe me when I tell you that I know about it 

When I asked yo ho about it she said me and Yo Gotti 

The realest niggas left and I told that bitch 

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I wanna see my homies rich forever 

I know some secrets, I'll never tell em 

I got some birds but I'd never mail em 

You in love with Instagram hoes and you ain't never met em 

Pocket full of money, boy I know the feeling 

I know that niggas hatin' that's why I lost the civic 

And the drophead, of the 71 cutlass on 8's 

And my wife beater on, with my hat to the back started from the bottom like Drake 

But I'm with the same old niggas that I started with 

Same young niggas I was robbing with 

And if these niggas have a problem with 

Got them automatic pistols no revolver shit (Bang!) 

And I know niggas sell they soul, go against they guy 

Fuck niggas, playin like they real, living in disguise 

Homie what you know?