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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
Evan Nunziante
Evan Nunziante
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They don't know, yeah, what I've been through
(We got London on the track)
They don't know the half
They only know what I tell them
[Verse 2]
They don't know about the brand new car I just bought
They don't know about the brand new house
Don't know about the brand new chick that I just fucked
With some good head, that's a brand new mouth
They don't know about the brand new bezel on the Rolex
Now the motherfuck got a brand new Glock
They don't know about the brand new chopper for the same old hitter
**** mad 'cause a **** can't stop
They don't know about the old school whip that I keep pulled up
When I pull it out they be like, who that?
They don't know about the old school days when **** had waves
I swear every night I wore a doo-rag
They don't know about the old school days, Magic City, it was jumping
**** wanna see some booty
Got a old school ho tryna screw me
So I'ma hit that pussy from the back, make her scream like
[Verse 3]
And it's still money over bitches
Rich Homie over all ****
I need some more commas for these digits
'Cause I done ran my sack all crazy
I might buy my dad a Mercedes
And I just found out I got a baby on the way
I know the situation sounds a little crazy
And they ain't know I was worth that much
Till I dropped that mixtape and showed they ass
And they ain't know I was on them Percocet
But they know I be on them Zans
And they know I ain't with that groupie shit
But got mad love for my fans
I can't take every picture, you gotta understand
[Verse 4]
But they don't know, yeah, what I've been through
They don't know the half
They only know what I tell them
[Verse 5]
Don't know about the time even though I got pulled over
Boy, I swear to God they were tripping
They don't know about the bag that a **** had stuffed in the trunk
They were too busy worried about insurance
They don't know about the homie that I got locked up
Money order every week, they don't know he going through it
They don't know that I'm a boss already, ain't nothing but twenty three
Now them **** tryna ask me how I do it
[Verse 6]
They don't know about the pain, pain, pain
That a **** been going through lately, baby
Shit done got a little crazy lately
Shoot a ****, make his ass a gravy, baby
And that pussy so wet I might recruit myself in the navy, baby
Used to be George Washington, now it's Ben Franklin
I had to change the face
They don't know about the new spot that I just got
With them cameras everywhere so they see your ass
I'm in New York spending Nino cash
A broke ****, I can never be your ass
And I'm the future, ****, I see your past
Who the fuck told you I wanna be your ass?
With these diamonds looking like water, boy, I got Nemo mad
[Verse 7]
And they don't know that my mama still working
They don't know I'm unsigned, they don't know I'm still hustling
They ain't knew about a spot on Gresham
That my uncle me had, two times, God bless him
They don't know that I pay for my mama to get married
She'll be happy for the rest of her life
That's something I know, ****
And last year, I was broke, ****
[Verse 8]
But they don't know, yeah, what I've been through
They don't know the half
They only know what I tell them
Written by: London Tyler Holmes, Dequantes Devontay Lamar
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