Know That lyrics

[Intro: 2 Pistols & French Montana]
Bolo
It's Blood Money, baby
Yeah
You know how I love money
2 Pistols
Uh, Montana

[Chorus: French Montana & 2 Pistols]
Call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back, hundred grands, I throw that (Yeah)
Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that (Huh?)
Never get your ho back, hundred grands, I throw that (Huh?)
Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that (Throw that), throw that
(Throw that) Throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that
Throw that (Throw that), throw that (Throw that), ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that
You know how I love money

[Verse 1: 2 Pistols]
Coke boy before rap, it’s Blood Money, but you know that
Better cuff your ho 'cause I'll snatch her, bro, and have her suckin' di*k in that Maybach
They were hatin' on me, this payback, keep that thang on me, stay strapped
Throw-throw-throwin' money, ten racks, your ho f*ckin', A-ASAP, uh-uh-uh
My swisher loud, n*gga, I can’t hear a thing-thing
I like that pus*y bald like Mr. Clean-Clean
My cup muddy, boy, I’m on that f*ckin' lean-lean
2 Pistols, but what’s my nickname?
[Chorus: French Montana & 2 Pistols]
Call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back (Huh?), hundred grands, I throw that
Ne-never get your ho back (Huh?), hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that
Never get your ho back, hundred grands, I throw that
Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that (Throw that), throw that
(Throw that) Throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that
Throw that, throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that
Coke Boy, baby

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Thousand Chain French, she call that, want my flow back
Bullets hit you, call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back
f*ck that beef, cook steak up, all that grind, got to cake up
Get so high, might never wake up, put it in a pot, bread to break up
Got the streets you know that, that respect, you owe that
Pay and fold, better hold, 'cause my n*ggas grow that
Foot on n*ggas neck, servin' n*ggas coke
Pearls iced out, like you seen 'em with the Pope

[Chorus: French Montana]
Call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back (Huh?), hundred grands, I throw that
Ne-never get your ho back (Huh?), hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that
Never get your ho back, hundred grands, I throw that
Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that, throw that
Throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that
Throw that, throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that
[Verse 3: 2 Pistols]
Man, your ho wanna suck a n*gga, man, your ho wanna f*ck a n*gga
I hit it then I quit it, hasta la vista, Arnold Schwarzenegger
Semi-automatic, both pistols, I ball, you a broke n*gga
Winter time, chinchilla, wipe me down, I’m a pimp n*gga, uh-uh-uh
Rollie on my arm cost a whole brick-brick
I chucked a whole bomb, then I scoop your b*tch-b*tch
You thought that she was at work, she was on my di*k-di*k
2 Pistols, but what’s my nickname is?

[Chorus: French Montana, 2 Pistols & Both]
Call him Mr. Never-Get-Your-Ho-Back (Huh?), hundred grands, I throw that
Ne-never get your ho back (Huh?), hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that
Never get your ho back, hunnid grands, I throw that
Ne-never get your ho back, hun-hun-hundred grands, I throw that, throw that
Throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that
Throw that, throw that, ne-ne-never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that, got the streets, you know that