They Don't Know

They don't know whats up with you But i still feel your love i do (mmm-hmm mmm-hmmm) Counting up the stacks fuck these bitches in my way I got feelings for the bag So im running to the bank (Chasing, chasing, all these thotties chasing chasing) (Oh ooo oh, ooo oh, oooo oh) Everytime you talk whatchu lying for We wont be together whatchu trying for But i can get you feeling right Light up a spliff and get high Talking baby no i wont lie Hop in and lets go for a ride or sum SRT the whip hear the whine Got a seatbelt when you riding(uhhh) They don't know whats up with you But i still feel your love i do (mmm-hmm mmm-hmmm) Counting up the stacks fuck these bitches in my way I got feelings for the bag So im running to the bank (Chasing, chasing, all these thotties chasing chasing) Mix it up Pour it in my cup 2 blunts to the mouth tell shorty roll it up All night on the floor(uhhh) Police at the door(uhhh) Smoke to much before(uhhh) Rolling up some more(uhhh) She wanna fuck So i fuck her to a slow song Hands on her hips yeah she gonna get her flow on Bands in the whip aint nobody catch a slow one Diamonds dancing on my wrist Just like frozone im the cold one Want a bitch i can smoke with Cute face Nice body Where the soul is Non-existent cause these bitches on a mission Just to put you in a prison lock you down cant leave Its part of the cycle you'll see They don't know whats up with you They don't know