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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YFN Lucci
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeppe Caspersen
Composer
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Horesto
Mastering Engineer
Jeppe Caspersen
Producer
Lyrics
I'm floatin' in
They know what it mean
She know what it mean
Still in the hood
Still riding 'round up to no good
Chopper on the back seat
I wish a fuck **** would
Like I don't know no better
I'ma squeeze like the boy Hugh Hefner
We don't know no better
If he run, let the bulldog fetch 'em
**** never loved us
All these bitches love us
Everybody calling my phone
Where were y'all at when I was growing up?
If I don't know 'em, I'ma tell 'em
Like, truth is I don't know that fella
He gone fold under pressure
Truth is he don't know no better
Two cups, riding 'round, no liquor
Two door, no roof that's a Fisker
Walked in smelling like a motherfuckin' bag
With all my ****
Ran through a whole lotta motherfuckin' cash
With all my ****
Hate when they say they gone do right
Always doin' wrong, fuck wrong with 'em?
I did it for all of my ****
I switched on my auto, lil ****
This is a Audemar, ****
Could've went and bought another vehicle
Turn up the hood, bought 'em all a vehicle
Can't wait to go ride on 'em ****
We cannot wait to collide with them ****, no
We do not hide from no ****
Where I come from, we was always them ****
Mason Margielas, watch where you step, bruh
We wanted extra, so we got extra
No, I never needed me no investor
Just call me a P, feel like Pleasure
Ridin' with P in that Tesla
That's my sister
I got her forever, yeah, yeah, yeah
But still don't know no better, yeah
Look where I came from
Look at these diamonds
****, I came far, yeah
But still don't know no better, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A **** don't know no better
Took a whole lot to get here, motherfucker, can't turn back never
Been through a lot, lil ****, but still don't know no better, yeah
Bitch keep calling my phone, fuck wrong with her?
Bitch don't know no better, yeah, yeah
They asked me to sign, why should I sign? Yeah
I walk around with a dime, I got like a dime times a dime
I fuck up a dime every time
You fucked up a dime on your time
You need to stop wasting your time
I spent like a hunnid for mine
I put them pointers in mine, I can rhyme every time
Bitch say she ain't fuckin', she lying
Make them bitches form a line
We got them hunnids, we buying, ****
In every dozen, there's a dime, ****
I don't play 'bout my shine, ****
Shoot this bitch up like I'm Bryant, ****
We came in first, we were never last
I told 'em a hunnid won't never last
Shit, I got a hunnid right now in this Louis bag
Foot on the peddle, might do the dash
I'm on the lean, I might crash, yeah
Fucked the bitch, I got her mad, yeah
Got her calling me dad, kicked the bitch out of my pad
We got a lot of us, talkin' 'bout gold, got a pot of it
When you winning, it's hard to get out of it
Jumped in that water, came out of it
You prolly wouldn't make it up out of it
I prolly go do the lottery
I really do be with shottas
My daddy is really a rasta
But still don't know no better, yeah
Look where I came from
Look at these diamonds
****, I came far, yeah
But still don't know no better, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A **** don't know no better
Took a whole lot to get here, motherfucker, can't turn back never
Been through a lot, lil ****, but still don't know no better, yeah
Bitch keep calling my phone, fuck wrong with her?
Bitch don't know no better, yeah, yeah
We came in first, we was never last
Told 'em a hunnid would never last
Did it for all of my ****
This is an Audemar, ****
Written by: Jeppe Caspersen, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett