You Don’t Know lyrics

[Hook]
The streets is down to ride when it's on (When it's on)
Talking how you talking, get you gone (Get you gone)
You don't know my n*gga, you don't know (You don't know)
You don't know my n*gga, you don't know (You don't know)
I been getting money from before (From before)
Matter of fact, get my money out the floor (Out the floor)
You don't know my n*gga, you don't know (You don't know)
You don't know my n*gga, you don't know (You don't know)

[Verse 1]
The streets ain't never been hidin, we riding
Duct tape on a licence plate when we see a n*gga sliding
Choppers in the window when we find him
It's money to be made when we find him
Dinner on me at Benihana's
Just rapping, and I seen three commas
f*cking bad b*tches in they vaginas
Juicy mane, be honest
My .45 is harmonic
Weed, buying more chronic
My Prada suit is black diamond
Tired of sh*tting on n*ggas, I'm bout to vomit
Champagne with my omelet
They say I'm still using ebonics
But I'm still capping these commas
n*ggas think that they nino
Juicy man got a ego
Bet your life in my casino
My Cuban link is a kilo
Got a mansion out in the valley, I still keep my heat on
Too many diamonds and rupees in my chains, looking like hot cheetos
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
It ain't no n*gga like me
Who still spending millions from the '90s
I can spend my own millions just to sign me
Walking in the white house in a black tee
Get lost in my time piece, My wrist priced out the Bugatti
Icing on the cake with the glaze on
I be at the Oscars with my Jays on
Watcha saying homes?
I be in the kitchen with the good sh*t
Getting my Bobby Flay on
Duffel bag in the Ferrari
Top down, switching foreign lanes on a Friday
Baddest b*tches, erotic. Blowin' light cause I got it
If my goons knew how to swim they'd be sharks mixed with piranhas
Fashion shows out in Paris, all my weed is designer
I don't talk business on the phone
If the money ain't texting I ain't home
It's not up to me how your b*tch getting home, I f*cked her
She just wanted Juicy on the night that you loved her
Knock knock, n*gga don't you dare
n*ggas in the grass with their choppers in the air

[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Crack a n*gga head with the Ace of Spades
Worldstar put you on the front page
Congratulations, you finally made it
pus*y n*gga, you finally famous
These rap n*ggas, these rap n*ggas
In real life ain't moving sh*t
Half the sh*t just sound good
You n*ggas living in a movie clip
20 years in, you new to this
I'm a shark n*gga, you a tuna fish
All my cars got smart start
Damn b*tch, I'm stupid rich
Stupid b*tch, that's hella paid
Promethazine in my lemonade
Got a private loft in MIA
No competition I'm in my lane