[Chorus]
They claiming that they know me
But they don't really know me
They claiming that they know me
But they don't really know me
But you know
But you know
But you know
But you know
[Verse 1]
Low profile
Three females in my iPhone 6
Album full of naked pics
Take a pick
Whitney, Maria, and Trish
I don't care what they gotta say
That's my bitch
When you see her
I hope you know that's my bitch
Sleeping on the floor
Dreaming of getting rich
Me and Mose
Used to go half on a nick
Nowadays we be smoking
Out the whole zip
Nowadays I've been mixing
Percs with the xans
Cashing Hilfiger checks
In Ralph Lauren sweatpants
My ex girl asking for one more chance
But I'm just focused on these bands
I'm sending bitches to Miami
I need a bitch that look like Tammy
I need a white picket fence
And a crib for my family
A white wall
For my plaques and my Grammys
[Chorus]
They claiming that they know me
But they don't really know me
They claiming that they know me
But they don't really know me
But you know
But you know
But you know
But you know
[Verse 2]
I used to dance with the devil
Now I'm f*cking the dancer
Her birthday passed
She a Cancer
She hit my line
I ain't answer
Now she looking for the answer
I'm just trying to get my bands up
If I need some work
Hit my mans up
Money older than my grandpa
I'm out late
I'm a vampire
ColdGame
That's the empire
In the daytime or the nighttime
I f*cked a bitch 'til she real tired
Stay talking shit
Now she real quiet
Smoking on gas
It's that real fire
I hang with the killers and burglars
These new niggas making me nervous
[Chorus]
They claiming that they know me
But they don't really know me
They claiming that they know me
But they don't really know me
But you know
But you know
But you know
But you know