Текст песни Rick Ross — You Know I Got It

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[Pimp C:]
Little over a year ago I was in bondage, and now I'm back out here reapin' the blessings and gettin' the benefits that go along with it. Everything that's out here for kings like us, the reason why we like this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff, they don't understand is because we really from Africa, and that's where all this stuff come from, and we originated from kings, you know what I'm sayin', so don't look down on the youngsters because they wanna have shiny things, it's in our genes, know what I'm sayin'. We just don't all know our history so peace to the Midwest. Keep it PI, you know what I'm talmbout?

[Intro:]
I'ma just keep you up on this pimp shit, see what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 1:]
I just landed in Europe, nigga.
Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, nigga.
Money talk I speak fluent, nigga.
Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga.
Look at me, I'm pure, nigga.
I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga.
I don't bop, I do the money dance,
My bitch whip cost a hundred grand.
Red vert, you see me slide,
Sexy bitch, I hope she bout it.
Sexy bitch, I know she bout it.
Fuck with me, you know I got it.

[Chorus – x2:]
Fuck with me, you know I got it.
Fuck with me, you know I got it.
Sexy bitch, I hope she bout it,
Come fuck with me, you know I got it.

[Verse 2:]
My smoke thick, my jewels gold,
My shoes new, these hoes chose,
My pistol works, my looks kill,
Bitch text me, her rent here.
Unfortunately I'm a pimp, baby,
Couldn't care less bout your rent, lady,
I got a chopper, that's a bit crazy,
Balenciaga boots, I'm in the Bent faded.
Peelin' paper like a bank teller,
Me and Hova in the bank, hella,
Paper cuts until you hate cheddar,
I take that back ‘cause I am straight cheddar.

[Chorus – x2]

[Verse 3:]
40 rack, front pocket,
I bet 40 racks, them folks watchin',
I bet 40 racks, them hoes want me,
I got 40 racks, these hoes on me.
40 rounds, that thang on me,
Fuck around, my bang on me,
Cell phone got 40 hoes,
A-game give me 40 more.
Her number keep on poppin' up,
She came through to tap, it was to top me up,
Top down in my white Corniche,
Ever see these Hermès seats?

[Chorus – x2]

[Outro:]
I'm ridin' big,
Comin' down that beach,
Geechy niggas with satin sheets.
Bad bitch, she a masterpiece,
Got a bad bitch, she a masterpiece.

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