Lyrics Know About Me - Drake
We
gotta
sell
these
bitches
the
dream,
my
nigga
Niggas
like
Walt
Disney
around
this
bitch
You're
in
the
presence
of
the
real
Can't
fathom
where
I'm
at,
baby,
pop
another
pill
In
a
whole
'nother
realm
If
you
want
to
make
a
movie
let
me
know
It's
a
whole
another
film
I
suggest
you
get
your
dress
for
the
Golden
Globes
What
you
know
about
Tim
Top
down,
the
Aventador
at
4 AM
On
the
sunset
strip
Trying
to
get
high
at
the
sunset,
baby
don't
trip
Hollywood
lights,
Miami
nights
I'm
on
a
motherfucking
binge
Just
might
go
and
buy
a
Benz
Or
trade
a
car
for
your
friends
Oh
yeah,
we
playing
with
them
endz
Ridin'
down
Collins
with
my
entourage
following
Just
left
SoHo
headed
to
the
Go-Go
Lap
dance
for
the
girls
Let
her
put
her
hands
on
the
curves
You
ain't
about
that
life,
you
scurred
Ah,
baby,
you
scurred
like
skrrt
to
the
crib
What
you
know
about
the
kid
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
I
just
got
back
home,
40
days
on
vacation
No
one
killing
the
game,
shit
is
all
for
the
taking
What
the
fuck
did
I
stutter?
am
I
being
mistaken?
I'm
a
s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-star
in
the
makin'
Who
you
say
was
the
man?
What
the
fuck
is
a
deal
Really
do
it
the
best,
I'm
DJ
Khaled
for
real
Got
my
thumb
on
the
pulse,
got
impeccable
timin'
If
they
forgot
about
my
worth,
I
got
a
check
to
remind
'em
Got
some
things
on
the
wrist,
Cartier
with
the
diamonds
If
this
was
10
years
ago
nigga
would've
went
diamond
I
been
singing
and
rapping
I
make
a
killin'
at
both
If
i
had
to
choose
a
Jackson
man
I'm
feelin'
like
Bo
Fresh
down
to
the
socks,
team
look
like
the
Raiders
I
don't
take
this
shit
for
granted,
I'd
like
to
thank
my
creator
I'm
coming
b-b-b-b-b-b-b-back
on
you
haters
I'm
'bout
to
put
this
bitch
on
her
back
and
get
back
to
you
later
Man,
whats
up
Ridin'
down
Collins
with
my
entourage
following
Just
left
SoHo
headed
to
the
Go-Go
Lap
dance
for
the
girls
Let
her
put
her
hands
on
the
curves
You
ain't
about
that
life,
you
scurred
Ah,
baby,
you
scurred
like
skrrt
to
the
crib
What
you
know
about
the
kid
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
Imagine
straight
from
work
to
the
plane,
ain't
no
baggage
claim
Don't
need
to
change
your
clothes,
girl,
or
your
last
name
Motherfuckers
want
to
act
like
I'mma
call
If
you
want
to
be
a
star,
girl
you
need
a
co-star
Got
some
bitches
we
can
call
up,
babe
Now
they
want
to
know
who
you
are
and
how
you
got
there
Girl,
I
can
try
to
care,
oh,
get
you
out
of
here
You
and
all
this
gold
on
me
On
a
plane
going
home,
not
as
your
man
What
you
motherfuckers
know
about
me?
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
What
you
know
bout
me,
what
you
know
bout
me
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
Not
a
muthafuckin
thing,
not
a
muthafuckin
thing
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1 Hold on Were Going Home
2 Who Do You Love
3 Too Much
4 Know About Me
5 Mine
6 Shit (Remix)
7 Trophies
8 Odio
9 We Made It
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