CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : $ (Know It’s Me)

Can't rush the vibe, brando
Oh, lil’ bro made this?

If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's
If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's
Crazy-ass b*t*h, I'm attractive ho
Let the gang run through, pass the ho
Smash the ho, pass the ho
Fed the ho, then trash the ho
Trash the ho, smash the ho
Pass the ho, then bat the ho
Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho
Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door
Let ho [?] bands show
Bhabie come through with all the dough
Bhabie come through with all the racks
Pull up, get your sh*t snatched
Like "Lil' b*t*h, let me get that
Now you won't get that sh*t back"

Ho's talk tough through their phone screen
When you see me, pu**y b*t*h, hope you could hold speak
They say, "Bhabie, she all top, won't pull up to the scene"
He push up hunnid [?], b*t*h, you’ll notice me
Yeah, you’ll know it’s me, his biggest fantasy
One text is all it takes, I had that ass to sleep
He say I'm all he need, that's let him join the team
And when his phone ringin' back-to-back, you’ll know it’s me

If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's
If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's
Crazy-ass b*t*h, I'm attractive ho
Let the gang run through, pass the ho
Smash the ho, pass the ho
Fed the ho, then trash the ho
Trash the ho, smash the ho
Pass the ho, then bat the ho
Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho
Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door
Let ho [?] bands show
Bhabie come through with all the dough
Bhabie come through with all the racks
Pull up, get your sh*t snatched
Like "Lil' b*t*h, let me get that
Now you won't get that sh*t back"

He shoynk, I shlang that, n***as ain't get sh*t back
Ruger's and Glock 9's and babies pushin' sh*t back
Runnin' up a check, I'm reminiscing, hittin' four flags
In that one way course it, nah f**k it, rush it
Play with me an' get geezy, small talk be the cheapest
Oh Bhad Bhabie take it easy, don't do a whole n***a greedy
They hold for some, they need it, her cursin' on let you in here
My phone, yeah, startin' ringin', I f**k with you, you just don't see it
sh*ttin' by my lonely, all these ho's be on me
I know they tryna roll with me, 'cause I be stoning
Someone just phone it, a'ight, let me zone it
Credit-ass crip up on it, yeah, ass she show me
Ass she show and she say SLATT
Speakin' new truth, no, won't do that
I tray that boy he ain't dub my name
n***as say wait, "We got plenty guns"
We all tote shots that shoot for fun
Killin' that puss want drip for somethin'
Ain't sh*t, then cry made back old money
Yeah, nig' gon' rob for somethin'

If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's ([?])
If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's
Crazy-ass b*t*h, I'm attractive ho
Let the gang run through, pass the ho
Smash the ho, pass the ho
Fed the ho, then trash the ho
Trash the ho, smash the ho
Pass the ho, then bat the ho
Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho
Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door
Let ho [?] bands show
Bhabie come through with all the dough
Bhabie come through with all the racks
Pull up, get your sh*t snatched
Like "Lil' b*t*h, let me get that
Now you won't get that sh*t back"