Wanna Know (Original)

[Intro]

(169, you feel me?)

[Verse 1]

Used to wear wallabies to school

I was wearing wallabies

Bitches never wanted me

Work gettin' on top of me too, mm

And now my trainers, hundreds

Beanies Wanna lie with you when you have trueys in abundance

'Cause you can't have fun without fundin'

Why have guns with no gunmen?

Why have knives just to dump them?

We don't see fathers

Get a shank to your face, yeah that's street karma

Trainers 4-something, you can't deech Pradas

And I still take the train to college

And I was still make a major profit

And I'll still see whip money

Jump out of the strip money

Take a niggas bitch money

Niggas think you're rich money

Try and take your bitch money

Still I've got that sick money

Might just buy a stick money

Run you out your strip money, nah

Look

[Chorus]

All my niggas running to the money

We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay

And all my niggas running from them hoes in the roads like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know, but now, I'm seein' dough

These catties they be calling up my phone

All these mandem and they applaud me on the road

[Verse 2]

I put corn in for my bro

Niggas keep on talking on a low

Niggas keep talkin on a low, but all my niggas bros

All my niggas, all my niggas bros

My niggas have your niggas on the ropes

I'll have niggas on your roads

Niggas on my strip or on my phone

With a brick or with a pole

I've got niggas that will hit a kid with both

Now I'm dressing in a different set of clothes

Gucci and the Prada brings the hoes, but

[Chorus]

All my niggas running to the money

We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay

And all my niggas running from them hoes in the roads like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know, but now, I'm seein' dough

These catties they be calling up my phone

All these mandem and they applaud me on the road

[Verse 3]

Shout out to my educated females

You got a job up the highstreet doing retail

But you tryna take your tests, you doing theory

So you can't really focus, you can't sleep well, nah

Shout out to my women without no father

She's still rocking Michael Kors in Zara

She'll die in designer

All broke bitches want to fight her

She doesn't give them wood for the fire, no

Shout out to my women with degrees

Shout to my young'un with the P's doing GCSEs

Shout out to my women with the Fs and the Es and the Ds

Double Ds on her chest they're so pleasing

Shout out to my young'uns on the street then

Tell 'em you gotta stop thinking about the beef and get the P's then

Shout out to my olders on the street then, 24 Z, I woulda never wanna never wanna be them (169)

[Chorus]

All my niggas running to the money

We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay

And all my niggas running from them hoes in the roads like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know, but now, I'm seein' dough

These catties they be calling up my phone

All these mandem and they applaud me on the road