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jose guapo - y.k.i. (you know it) lyrics

[intro]
you know it
you know it
they know it
you know
you know

[hook: jose guapo]
all this money on me, i feel like floyd (too much money)
i got too much money on me, they can’t ignore me (too much money)
look at all this money on me, my appearance they know of it
these strippers they gon dance for it, and i’ma throw it
she gon’ shake her -ss for the money
i be living fast for the money
atl atl atl, n-gga taking chances for the money
still hustle hard for the money
n-gga can’t starve for the money
n-gga f-ck being broke, n-gga f-ck being broke
can’t run out of money

[verse 1: jose guapo]
n-gga f-ck a money counter, n-gga f-ck ten counter
i count it by myself
n-gga f-ck being broke, n-gga it’s young guapo
i’m handsome and wealthy
we do not check the forecast, but we changing the weather
designer umbrellas, put some more ice in the bezel
if you’re sweet, we’ll finesse you
money on money, no pressure
pull up in compressors (foreign)
and we burberry our sweaters
b-tch bad, still a nat nat
guapo he dealt like a crack sack
n-gga f-cking up they wrist, those are the n-ggas we laugh at
f-ck up my set get it right back, throw up the money, they like that
diamonds been bird, that’s fight night
they hitting, the biting like mike ty
undefeated like mayweather, pop more sh-t then ab
d-mn look at your wrist [?], is that a rolex or ap?

[hook: jose guapo]
all this money on me, i feel like floyd (too much money)
i got too much money on me, they can’t ignore me (too much money)
look at all this money on me, my appearance they know of it
these strippers they gon dance for it, and i’m gon throw it
she gon shake her -ss for the money, i be living fast for the money
atl atl atl, n-gga taking chance for the money
still hustle hard for the money, n-gga can’t starve for the money
n-gga f-ck being broke, n-gga f-ck being broke, can’t run out of money

[verse 2: quavo]
she taking her chance for the paper, she fell in love with my money
fall off in the booth, the club i pull up with a truck load of money
i’m seeing my n-gga with choppas, know that they getting into something
then we hit the runway on a pj, call the country
migo gang, og, head huncho
you can catch me in the street [?] with longway and young guapo
what n-gga you know on the north side made a quarter mil in a godd-mn bando
young trap spot n-gga, f-cking with the migos have your block hot n-gga
you ain’t never seen a lot of red dots on your bottom looking like a pack of cortisone
that’s young homie the reason, my n-ggas come get you and it’s murder season
yeah she working for me, remixing for me
yeah she cooking for me, all this money for me
her name is alicia, her boss got the key

[verse 2: offset]
do anything just to get to the cash
mama said i’m gonna give her a heart attack
b-tches ain’t sh-t, they be f-cking no cuffing
she suck me i’m skeeting all over her eyelash
you not from my hood so you don’t get a p-ss
i’m on the highway, 50 bricks on the byp-ss
cook up a brick, break down a brick
coca on my knuckles looking like ash
hopping out the bentley, f-cking with the chickens
throw the money in the air, you got it, ain’t no tricking
talking bout you got that money n-gga, know you fiction
broke and these n-ggas keep talking but i ain’t gon listen
throw the money on the b-tches, i done paid tuition
all of my n-ggas, we migos but we don’t wear d-ckeys
all of my clothes are exquisite, all of my b-tches long distance
minajing these b-tches, no nicki
versace my lenses like biggie
p-ssy boy n-gga a sissy
throwing the money like frisbees
f-ck you talking, f-ck n-gga i’m strapped
your b-tch keep on staring, your b-tch gon get kidnapped
in the club, offset keep throwing the racks
money all over the floor to my kneecaps

- jose guapo lyrics

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