Coley Ru - They Know Lyrics

Always talking cash shitNigga where yo money at?Plug ran off on you, still ain't get yo money backBroke ass bitch mad she can't get her spouse backAny nigga fucking me know he gotta be bout stacks(He know)Any nigga fucking you would pay to fuck with meYou lucky I can't fuck behind a bitch that's a bum to meSneaking niggas in yo momma house, you can't have company?But want to come for me Bitch Get some money stop fucking for freeBitch where yo money?And niggas is really having itBut who would want a bitch that's content in ain't even having shitBitch I'm in my bag niggas know what time it isBitch what is you bringing to the table fuck how fine you isNiggas be paying they do whatever I tell them and if not I bеt theNigga exactly right wherе I left him and I play the broke role, not to test him but to finesse himThese niggas I never stress them I'm always gone second guess them bitchBitchPoppin' pussy on her nigga and I do It way better than her that's why she bitterBitch, Poppin pussy in the club when that henny hit and her nigga call me bitch you's a dubIf his stacks right I got That act right let him fuck me all night he know i'm the dog typeOnly attracted to niggas with jewelry that's high priceAnd i'll line that nigga up for the right priceIf it's a bag on him, i'm throwing ass on himHe told me no watch how I flash and do the dash on himI'm in his pockets any time he got some cash on himImma pass on him if he stingy imma fag on himYo nigga is obedientHe paying me immediateAnd bitches being funny oh well sis i'm a comedianAnd its so hard for you but sis for me this shit the easiestAnd Imma get what I can get and dip cause I'm the greasiestBitchHot topic, hahh and your pussy is non profitYou think you fucking with me stop it I got thisYou stay in a nigga face I stay in a nigga pocketsMoney what i'm getting and Yanna got this mothafuckin frontal hittinI'm feeling pretty lets go pull up on some niggasPoint me in the direction of who trickin'I ain't met a nigga yet I ain't get bored withGetting money outta niggas is a sport bitchI'm never losing cause these bitches always forfeitThey know who the nigga choosing ain't gotta check the score bitchYou bitches is some lame hoesOut here rocking fake clothes fake bags fake shoesMan I swear I hate hoesThen it be you bitches selling pussy wearing rainbowWhere the fuck they make y'all man i swear i hate hoesAin't just about a big dickMake sure he a big trickMake sure he buying you shitAin't having you crying and shitAnd ain't no nigga worth all of that stalking & spying & shitI'ts never with no effort most you bitches be trying & shitBitchGet your shit togetherYour nigga getting tired of me doing it betterAll I got do is call him he coming wheneverMake this pussy rain on him I done changed the weatherI'm feeling like the plug with all these damn packs around meAnd you bum bitches still group chatting 'bout me?Still keeping up and still talking down about me?Really want to hang with me but I can't have no Clowns around me