Record man play my song on the radio You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke And I swear too much on the regular We gone let them hits fly, we gone let her go If it ain’t XO then it gotta go I just won a new award for a kids show Talking ’bout a face-numbing off a bag a blow…I’m like goddamn bitch I am not a Teen Choice Goddamn bitch I am not a bleach boy Whip game, make a nigga understand though Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo Hit the gas so hard make it rotate All my niggas blew up like a propane All these RnB niggas be so lame Got a sweet Asian chick she go low mane…You know me, you know me, you know me Every time you try to forget who I am I’ll be right there to remind you again You know me (pow! pow!), you know me…Said I’m just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean Faded off a double cup, I’m mixing up the potion All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed I’m a keep on singing while I’m burning up that OG…All my niggas get it they make money all alone Rock a chain around they neck making sure I’m getting home When I travel ’round the globe, make a couple mil a show And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor Now my shit straight eating all day, tryna lose weight That good sex, we’ll sweat it out, hotel bedsprings we’ll wear it out I ain’t gotta tell you ’cause…You know me, you know me You know me, you know me Every time you try to forget who I am I’ll be right there to remind you again You know me (pow! pow!), you know me…Why don’t you shake something, shake something For the Don, don’t you break nothing, break nothing Big girl, won’t you work something, work something For the Don, don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing Big girl, won’t you shake something, shake something For the Don, won’t you break nothing, break nothing Baby girl, won’t you work something, work something For the Don, don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing…‘Cause you know me, they know me You ain’t know me now you know me…
