Birdman & Lil Wayne – You Ain't Know Lyrics

You Ain't Know

Birdman & Lil Wayne

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"You Ain't Know." - Birdman & Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 06:19 am

Album: Like Father, Like Son (Deluxe Edition)

Track No: 06

I got a lot of loot and I ain't looking for a lady
And you never pay me, I'm from uptown baby
I wake up in the morning, take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the man, then get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money, to the money
**** I ain't gotta money printer, so for this paper chase
I'm outrunning sprinters, yes, the last two Cash Money members
Shout out to the new Cash Money members
Baby and Slim still point guard and center
So much money on my mind it's all I remember
And I just bought a gun with a extender
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
Cut like a blender, sharper than a bitch
They got so many pussy **** I can make a list
**** wonder why I stress that I am the best
'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes
Put it on the hood, I'm Holly Grove to death
I'm already good, I'm working on my left
A jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck
Don't forget the baby no don't forget the F
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money, to the money
Brush the platinum, grab the straps homie, make it happen
Coming through my neighborhood with fours on the caddy
Limo tints out the pound and uptown cracking
Red bandanna ducking feds and the money stacking
Rest in peace to Miss Glady's like everyday
We on the grind for the shine, and we gon get paid
Spent a mill on the wheels, custom with the navi
Two of the same whips, we doing it big, living lavish
This is a Scott Storch, and I'm a hot torch
And getting money is my sport
And understand the rap game is my court
So I shall walk and come forth like a rock port
Or some sort of matching slippers or yacht shoes
See I don't cruise control, I control the cruise
Yes, I gets throat on a boat
And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope
And I gotta lot of loot and I ain't looking for a lady
And you can never play me, I'm from uptown baby
I wake up in the morning, take a piss and wash my hands
Take a knee and thank the man, then get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money
Fresh with the hustle, so we bounce back on them suckers
Blowing big, doing gigs, got it raining hundreds
They repping laying here, we stunting
On the grind all the time homie, getting money
Third world soldier, thirteenth gangster
Seventeenth hustler, known top ranker
Money go getter, them clowns can't figure
Popping at the mouth like this cutter won't split em
Know how to survive hustling staying fly
My whole hood cried when my little brother died
Know I had to ride, never let it slide
It's just the G in me, and I'ma get it till I die, daddy
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go, where you going?
I gotta get back to the money, to the money

Writer(s): B. Williams, D. Carter & Scott Storch.

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