Know How I Get (feat. DDG)

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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I need your love

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get

Stop all that cappin' (Stop)

I took the Wock' to Poland like Yachty

And drunk it and don't know what happened (Don't know)

Same shit that I told the police when they asked 'bout that body

"I don't know what happened" (Shh)

Bitch, I'm so fly, I gave her jetlag and we fuckin' backseat of the Challenger (Gone)

Told her, "Call me Abe, cause no we not Lincoln

I don't see your name on the calendar" (Hell nah)

Way too convinced they don't want me to win

They payin' the ref if you ask me

The whip like a taxi, I'm pickin' up bitches

They pay me wit' head in the backseat (Let’s go)

She said she a model, but ain't been in Vogue

So she get the seats in the nosebleed (Let’s go)

I'm sittin' in front where the coach be (Coach be)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I need your love

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get

Yeah

You've been askin' all these questions, now I got some time

Way that I've been feelin', girl, tonight you mines

Gettin' to that money, watch it multiply

It ain't no secret, girl you—

Know how I get when I see my account (Cha-ching)

Remember them times when a **** had nothin'

And I used to sleep on the couch (Sleep on the couch)

But now she see zeros and zeros and zeros

And now I'm here dickin' her out (Goddamn)

I'm tossin' her ass around

From car to the bed the bed to the kitchen

To back to the bed, now we back on the couch

Back of the 'bach, she ain't ever seen nothin' this nice

She don't know how to act around me (Act around me)

She know I'm fuckin' her friend and she got a man

But she player, she keepin' it P (Keepin' it P)

I can't be fuckin' on fans, got too many bands

So I'm only gon' fuck with elites

I gotta come in again, again and again, beat it up like Muhammad Ali, huh

Bein' this status, I average a quarter a month

Bitch, I ain't passing my blunt

I'm tryna lock in the stu', 'til I go number one

Zooted, gon' go to the top

I'm tryna shit on my exes and stand on my opps

I got a beam on a Glock

**** be thinkin' shit sweet, 'til a **** get popped

(Boom) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I need your love

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, you know how I get