Wanna Know Remix (feat. Drake)

Lyrics

Yeah, they try to send for me
 Envy and jealousy is everything I wish upon my enemies
 All that for them, right back at them
 What my mind keeps telling me
 Mind keeps telling me
 I hear everything, I don't ask if it's all there 'cause it better be
 Trust me it better be, no long talking or settling
 Jizzle never won no wrestling
 But he's on a big belt medal ting
 Streets unruly
 More life for my brother's tryna better things, 'cause
 'Cause all my man are running to the money
 We be running like ah, ah, ah, ah
 And all my man are running from them hoes on the roads like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
 Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
 But now I'm seeing dough, these catties they be calling off my phone
 All these man dem, they applaud me on the road
 I put corn in for my bro
 Man dem keep on talking on a low
 Man dem keep talkin on a low, but all my man are bros
 And all my man, all my man are bros
 My man dem will have your mandem on the ropes
 I'll have man dem on your road
 Man dem in a batch or on they own
 With a bat or with a pole
 I got man dem that will slap a man with both
 Nike jacket on my back, I'm looking cold
 It's funny how these catties wanna know, but
 All my man are running to the money
 We be running like ah, ah, ah, ah
 And all my man are running from them hoes on the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa
 Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know
 But now I'm seeing dough, these catties they be calling off my phone
 All these man dem, they applaud me on the road
 Free smoke, anybody want it they can get it
 No joke, call up landlord, nigga that's bro
 I only link with the real ones, lord knows
 On fo', I love to see a fake nigga go broke
 I don't run to Twitter with the things I know
 I fall back just to see how it unfolds
 Yeah, like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
 Like whoa, years ago they didn't wanna know
 But now I'm seeing dough
 Catties they be calling up my phone
 Trying to get tickets to a show
 Yeah, I got U.K. tings on the WhatsApp now
 Like +44 on the code
 Like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
 Like whoa
 A month ago you didn't wanna know, but now I'm seeing dough
 These catties they be calling up my phone
 All these man dem, they applaud me on the road
 I put corn in for my bro
 Man dem keep on talking on a low
 Man dem keep talkin on a low, low, low
 

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Duration
03:19
Tempo
100 BPM

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