[Verse 1: Molly Brazy]

You don't know naan bitch

That be fucking it up like Molly

Flex on a bitch, and have a nigga call me

Then play that pussy nigga for some dollars

I wrap the beef up like a quarter

Keep talking sideways, bitch I'm like, "Pardon me?"

Big Brazy, I do not do no arguing

She taking shots to the face like she partying

Yeah, you don't know naan bitch

That'll stack the money up and flip it

That'll buy more bottles than the niggas

Get a section for just me and my bitches

Make it rain on them strippers

Deep in that water like flippers

You know Molly getting richer

Hating hoes getting sicker

You don't know naan bitch, that woke up like this

Diamonds all over my wrist

Versace all over my hips

Gucci all on my kicks

Stand on the couches and turn up the view

Snuck in my pole just in case niggas trip

It's Brazy gang 'lil bitch!



[Chorus: Molly Brazy and Cuban Doll]

You don't know naan, bitch (uh, uh)

No, no, no

You don't know naan, bitch (uh, uh)

No, no

[x2]

You don't know naan bitch

That stay on her shit because she a boss

Keep pissing hating bitches off

She cannot lose, will not take a loss

You don't know naan, bitch (uh, uh)

No, no, no

You don't know naan, bitch (uh, uh)

No, no



[Verse 2: Cuban Doll]

You don't know naan bitch

That'll fuck up the rack like Cuban

I came through in Gucci, these hoes looking stupid

I came with some shooters, they probably gone do ya

You don't know naan, bitch

I don't argue or talk, or compete

'Cause these hoes be copy and pasting the Cuban

They copy the picture, like hoe, don't you do it

You don't know naan bitch

This really who I am bitch

Y'all just do it for the gram bitch, I need more bread than a sandwich

If a hoe hate, get my fan flip

Straight to the top like I planned it

I may go cop me a Lam, bitch

You finna know who I am, trick these little hoes

Don't know now bitch

I walk in a store, I don't look at the tag

I kill a fit, and I get to the bag

Molly and Cuban, two bitches who bad

You don't know nothing, you bitches too sad

Sum in the bag, that's my crew, get the love

I got more money than you, and your plug

I fuck up this money, I do what I want

Pussy water fall, don't need no scrub



[Verse 3: Molly Brazy]

You don't know naan bitch

That stay on her shit because she a boss

Keep pissing hating bitches off

She cannot lose, will not take a loss

You don't know naan, bitch (uh, uh)

No, no, no

You don't know naan, bitch (uh, uh)

No, no

You don't know naan bitch

That stay on her shit because she a boss

Keep pissing hating bitches off

She cannot lose, will not take a loss

You don't know naan, bitch (uh, uh)

No, no, no

You don't know naan, bitch (uh, uh)

No, no