paroles de chanson You Ain't Know - J.R. Writer feat. Lil' Wayne
I
got
a
lot
of
loot
and
I
ain't
lookin'
for
a
lady
And
you
can
never
play
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
Where
ya
goin'?
I
gotta
get
back
to
the
money
You
ain't
know
I
gotta
go
Where
ya
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
wit'
a
extender
And
that
bitch
hold
me
up
like
suspenders
Cut
like
a
blender
sharper
than
a
bitch
They
got
so
many
pussy
niggas
I
can
make
a
list
Niggas
wonder
why
I
stress
that
I
am
the
best
Cause
even
bobble
heads
tell
me
yes.
haha
Put
it
on
the
hood
I'm
Hollygrove
to
death
I'm
already
good
I'm
working
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
Where
ya
goin'?
I
gotta
get
back
to
the
money
You
ain't
know
I
gotta
go
Where
ya
goin'?
I
gotta
get
back
to
the
money
To
the
money
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
e'eryday
We
on
the
grind
for
the
shine
and
we
gon'
get
paid
Spent
a
mill'
on
the
wheels
custom
wit'
the
navi'
2 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
Rockport
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
play
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
Where
ya
goin'?
I
gotta
get
back
to
the
money
You
ain't
know
I
gotta
go
Where
ya
goin'?
I
gotta
get
back
to
the
money
To
the
money
Fresh
wit'
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'mma
get
it
til
I
die
daddy
You
ain't
know
I
gotta
go
Where
ya
goin'?
I
gotta
get
back
to
the
money
You
ain't
know
I
gotta
go
Where
ya
goin'?
I
gotta
get
back
to
the
money
To
the
money
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