You Know I Got It Lyrics - Rick Ross

A little over a year ago 

I was in bondage, and now I'm back out here reaping the blessings and getting the benefits that go along with it, 

everything that's out here for kings like us. 

The reason why we like this, this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff, 

they don't understand is, because we really from Africa, and that's where all this stuff come from. 

And we originated from kings, you know what I'm saying? 

So don't look down on the youngsters because they wanna have shiny things. 

It's in our genes, know what I'm saying? 

We just don't all know our history, so 

I'm a just keep you up on this pimp shit, see what I'm saying? 

I just landed in Europe, nigga 

Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, nigga 

Money talk I speak fluent, nigga 

Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga 

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Look at me, I'm pure nigga 

I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga 

I don't bop, I do the money dance 

My bitch whip cost a hundred grand 

Red vert, you see me slide 

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it 

Come fuck with me, you know I got it 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it 

Come fuck with me, you know I got it 

My smoke thick, my jewels gold 

My shoes new, these hoes chose 

My pistol works, my looks kill 

Bitch text me, her rent here 

Unfortunately I'm a pimp, baby 

Couldn't care less 'bout your rent, lady 

Photos 

I got a chopper that's a bit crazy 

Balenciaga boots, I'm in the Bent faded 

Peelin' paper like a bank teller 

Me and Hova in the bank, hella 

Paper cuts until you hate cheddar 

I take that back cause I am straight cheddar 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it 

Come fuck with me, you know I got 

it 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it 

Come fuck with me, you know I got it 

40 rack, front pocket 

I bet 40 racks them folks watchin' 

I bet 40 racks them hoes want me 

I got 40 racks, these hoes on me 

40 rounds, that thang on me 

Fuck around, my bang on me 

Cell phone got 40 hoes 

A-game give me 40 more 

Her number keep on poppin' up 

She came through to tap it was to top me up 

Top down in my white Corniche 

Ever see these Hermès seats? 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it 

Come fuck with me, you know I got it 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Fuck with me, you know I got it 

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it 

Come fuck with me, you know I got it 

I'm ridin' big comin' down that beach 

Geechi nigga with satin sheets 

Bad bitch, she a masterpiece 

Got a bad bitch, she a masterpiece 

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