You Know What It Is (feat. Wyclef Jean)

Aye boy don't spill my drink boy pull it

Now listen, everybody report to the blood clot dance floor

You love the beat, boy, you know what it is

Yo tip talk to them, blood clot

I'm a real ****, homie, show six figga's on me

I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is

Aye, I'm way flyer my pay is way higher

If they ever mention sire, boy, you now what it is

About that drama, you don't want no problems

I love that Llama but you know what it is

Aye, I get money, all I count is big money

Because all she get from me, boy, you now what it is

Yo T.I.P. let them little rock boys know how you living

The wait is over, here we go again I'm back in the plate

Gon' sell another couple mill and take it back to the A

Gon' take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe

Find cash for the crew up only back in the lake

I'm up in cruises two stepping with the gat in the waist

T.I. ain't in the streets no more, that what they say

Don't even try it when you saying boy you have to be great

You can trust to hit ya in ya face your teeth you'll have to replace

That's if you like it **** and trust me it won't hurt me to take

A hundred thousand to them Haitians, you'll be murdered today

I'm a real ****, homie, show six figga's on me

I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is

Aye, I'm way flyer my pay is way higher

If they ever mention sire, boy, you now what it is

About that drama, you don't want no problems

I love that Llama but you know what it is

Aye, I get money, all I count is big money

Because all she get from me, boy, you now what it is

Yo T.I.P. some boy wanna play our hit

Let 'em know who the king of the South is

Talk to them

Women sweating when they see me, I'm apparently hot

Had the album of the year, **** Grammy or not

Remember, all day I used to stand in the spot

With two revolvers in my pocket pitching handling rocks

Right now, judge tapping there ain't a car I ain't got

I'm the number one customer at my own car lot

If you wanna know how much I making just imagine a lot

Even though I probably getting more than you'd imagine I got

Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not

If ya disrespecting me you and your man will get shot

I'm a real ****, homie, show six figga's on me

I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is

Aye, I'm way flyer my pay is way higher

If they ever mention sire, boy, you now what it is

About that drama, you don't want no problems

I love that Llama but you know what it is

Aye, I get money, all I count is big money

Because all she get from me, boy, you now what it is

Why ya'll big Sean move from me?

Went from the king of the south to the king of the states

Riding in a car you probably never seen in the states

No idea how much yay I can bring in the states

Hey, you could get a hundred of 'em for a million today

Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million today

But it's the American gangster right here in ya face

And you don't wanna see P.C. on the scene with AK

You think you running a private, that ain't even the case

And just because you get away, that don't mean it's ok

You a dead man walking and I mean it, ok

I'm a real ****, homie, show six figga's on me

I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is

Aye, I'm way flyer my pay is way higher

If they ever mention sire, boy, you now what it is

About that drama, you don't want no problems

I love that Llama but you know what it is

Aye, I get money, all I count is big money

Because all she get from me, boy, you now what it is

Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done

They guns sound like popcorn

When the king of the south

Boy you know how it is

Boy you know how it is

Boy you know how it is

Choppers are angry

They like the big hat

They better