Know No Better

[Produced by Cardo] [Intro: Meek Mill] See I don't even knock these hoes They don't know no better For now on I'm gona start judging you bitches off the niggas you fucking You hoes don't know no rock from no diamond It's levels [Chorus: Meek Mill] I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's For the love of Birkin bitches sellin' souls Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa Know no better, bitch don't know no better Runnin' round town with these lame ass niggas She don't know no better, know no better Nigga don't know no better Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me He don't know no better [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I'm with a chick from the hood named Kiki And she a bad girl like Riri And she gon' bust it open for a real nigga Fuck her on a perc now that ho tryna keep me Pimpin ain't easy, no I see more she like feed me I tell my jeweler to freeze me Diamonds they dancing the bezel C Breezy, hol' up Flawgin' what you think, I be driving to the bank And my queens niggas spent 200,000 on the tank So it's bulletproof when I roll through nigga Everytime I come through nigga I put a lion in the front and a camel in the back Shit my party was a zoo nigga You don't even have a clue nigga You don't know no better Tryna snatch my chain catch a whole full clip in your polo sweater I'm a cold go go getter, that's your ho then go get her Before she end up with some real niggas like us, she ain't bad, won't touch' her Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up [Chorus: Meek Mill] I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's For the love of Birkin bitches sellin' souls Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa Know no better, bitch don't know no better Runnin' round town with these lame ass niggas She don't know no better, know no better Nigga don't know no better Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me He don't know no better [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Wake up in the morning and I'm looking at [a mountain] Young nigga 5 million dollar house Still on that hood shit fucked around misplaced a whole million dollars Fired my accountant Bitch want a bag what you gon do for it Meek she gotta fuck me or fuck you for it Ho fucking up the brand, she don’t know no better Fuck a real nigga it don't get no better No stones on the Rollie theres a new sky dweller D.C. C.M.G. we're the new Rockafella Two doors on the ghost with the stars in the ceiling Pay attention gotta school these niggas Fuck a lame nigga then you a lame bitch Let me give you the game [Flawgin' ass] niggas keep gold digging bitches Cus they both looking for something they really the same I can tell the money don't flow right New [Lamb but you still got a note right] Bitch bad on the Gram and you liking erry pic But she still sleeping on the floor right Pound, These hoes be acting up Pound These niggas be green as fuck Pound These niggas talkin' bout robbin' us But tell them pussies we choppered up (I AM!) [Chorus: Meek Mill] I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's For the love of Birkin bitches sellin' souls Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa Know no better, bitch don't know no better Runnin' round town with these lame ass niggas She don't know no better, know no better Nigga don't know no better Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me He don't know no better