You Ain’t Know

By Birdman

On Like Father, Like Son

Released on October 31, 2006

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[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]

And I got a lot of loot, and I ain't lookin' for a lady

And you could never play me, I'm from Uptown, baby

I wake up in the mornin', take a piss and wash my hands

Take a knee and thank the Man, then get back to the money


[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Nigga I ain't got a money printer

So for this paper chase, I'm out runnin' sprinters

Yes, the last two Cash Money members

Shout out to the new Cash Money members

Baby and Slim still point guard and center

So much money on my mind, it's all I remember

And I just bought a gun wit' a extender

And that bitch hold me up like suspenders

Cut like a blender, sharper than a bitch

They got so many pussy niggas, I could make a list

Niggas wonder why I stress that I am the best

Cause even bobbleheads tell me, "Yes," haha

Put it on the hood, I'm Hollygrove to death

I'm already good, I'm working on my left

A jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck

Don't forget the Baby, no, don't forget the F


[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money


[Verse 2: Birdman]

Brush the platinum, grab the straps, homie, make it happen

Comin' through my neighborhood with 4's on the Caddy

Limo tints out the pound, and Uptown crackin'

Red bandanna, duckin' feds, and the money stackin'

Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like every day

We on the grind for the shine, and we gon' get paid

Spent a mill' on the wheels, custom with the navi'

Two of the same whips, we doin' it big, livin' lavish


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

This is a Scott Storch, and I'm a hot torch

And gettin' money is my sport

And understand, the rap game is my court

So I shall walk and come forth like a Rockport, or some sort of

Matchin' slippers or yacht shoes

See, I don't cruise control, I control the cruise

Yes, I gets throat on a boat

And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope


[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne]

And I got a lot of loot, and I ain't lookin' for a lady

And you could never play me, I'm from Uptown, baby

I wake up in the mornin', take a piss and wash my hands

Take a knee and thank the Man, then get back to the money


[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money


[Verse 4: Birdman]

Yeah, fresh with the hustle, so we bounce back on 'em suckers

Blowin' big, doin' gigs, got it ran in hundreds

They reppin', layin' here, we stuntin'

On the grind all the time, homie, gettin' money

3rd Ward soldier, 13th gangsta

17th hustler, known top ranker

Money go getter, them clowns can't figure

Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em

Know how to survive, hustlin', stayin' fly

My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died

Know I had to ride, never let it slide

It's just the G in me, and I'ma get it til I die, daddy


[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go

Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money