You Know

Cee-lo, we know

I'm sitting on leather, I'm a winner

If I crap out the strap out

Cause I snap right back to the beginning, nigga

You know I will let it pop

Front if you want bitch I will make it hot

You know, you think you ill, but you not

You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot

I peep what niggas hate through my peripherals

Boy, if I leave this club back to the car I got some shit for you

Wanna party? We can paint the town red

Them bottles ain't shit to me, a nigga got bread

I'm big money, big business, I love it

For the bad bitches with big asses and the budget

I'm the boss, until you know shit is going how it got to go

I don't want talk tonight, I might just buy the hoes

My pleasure principle spend no expense

First I'm happy then she happy then she can pay the rent

It's nothing to a nigga when he up

But when they down I bet you he won't give a bitch a buck

Flip and catch an attitude like ''bitch, what the fuck

You want from a nigga, huh? You fucking up a nigga, huh?'

Look, girl, you know you sitting on a gold mine

Fuck with them other niggas think you so fine

My flow hotter than the gun after that clip done

Don't care about the set you claim

Motherfuck the gang you bang

I hang around with hustlers and hoodlums

That party get the popping then

We beefing and we shooting

Let's party like it's 1999

Flat top gazelle, the swag going back in time

I got it locked, they can't ignore it

Man, nigga, know some bullshit I'm all for it

Heroin don seven sixty leaning

Chrome clean, spend a nigga scheming trying to hit a lick

Them victim niggas thinking ''damn, why me?''

I'm thinking why these niggas never try me

Maybe they feel the vibe, they know a nigga live

I let it off inside and outside

The club rocking, it's on tonight

Them bottles popping, we getting right